I apologize for neglecting the blog lately, work being hellish lately and all, but I just got my batteries recharged in Colorado so I guess I'm back in business. Ruth and I spent 7 days in Breck, at our usual haunt (this is a trip we do every year), the River Mountain Lodge at the bottom of Breck's "4 O'Clock" run. Ski Breck, take 4 O'Clock, unbuckle, cross the street and we're home. We had 5 stellar days of riding, our best ski trip ever, and at the end we had no desire to come home.Three of our 5 days were bluebird skies, freshie from overnight, and zero crowds. The other 2 days we had over a foot of fluff to track and zero crowds. It doesn't get any better. We rode backbowls at Keystone for 2 days, spent 2 days on Breck's Peaks 7 and 8, and one day on Peak 9.
There is no "one thing" that draws us back to Breckenridge every year. First, the mountains: Breck, Keystone, Copper Mountain, Vail, and Arapaho Basin are all within an hour's drive from Breck (20 minutes for Copper and Keystone) and we've ridden them all. The town of Breck has an old west rustica charm, and many of the shops and boutiques on Main St. are in buildings dating from the late 1800's. We always look forward to fanatastic dining, our two favorite restaurants being The Briar Rose and South Ridge (reserve ahead of time). The whole town feels like Christmas, a true ski town.
I'll take a bit to walk you all through the week's best photos. Above, Ruth managed to capture my "crash of the week", the result of flying out of the trees into a bunch of moguls. Too much foot on the pedal. Below, Ruth apparently enjoying herself.
Above and below: A taste of "Brecken-Wind".
Above and below: A little cloud, a little sun at Keystone.
Above and Below: more Keystone
Below: Ruth coasting like she was born on a plank.
Below: Lake Dillon, Summit County.
Above and below: Ruthie at Breck.
Below: Peak 8 Colorado super-chair
Below: Sunshine and air.
Below: Uncrowded lift, Peak 7.
Below: Peak 8 base and Breckenridge.
Below: The Peak 7 base area.
Below: fun in the sun.
Below: There is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes.
Below: Ruth, powder time in the trees
Below: chilly, but pretty.
Below: Ruth in the trees again. I spent so much time in the trees that I was picking pine needles out of my helmet each night.
Below: You call this a lift-line? Where's the line?
Below: Peak 8 sitting right over town.
Below: Ruth hunting for shiny baubles (I spent a bunch of $$$ at Coach for Valentine's Day, which kind of spilled over into our vacation as there is also a Coach outlet near town. That girl is hooked up!)
Below: Breck on our last day, the day we took off. The weather report had indicated that our last day would be the worst, so we boarded the 5 days leading up to last friday and spent that day on the town.
And finally, we managed to get the world's finest carrot cake home and intact. World's Finest Carrot Cake courtesy of Clint's Bakery on Main St., Breck.
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