Excuses: losing my phone, working crazy hours, and sketchy wireless.
But at least life is *exciting*! On Tuesday, a collective day off, a few of us went to Steamboat to check out another mountain. As much terrain as Winter Park has, it was nice to be somewhere different. At least that’s what I thought until we started skiing. The front side of the mountain was a legitimate ice rink, worse than anything we’ve had here all winter. After lunch we headed to the backside of the mountain (haha, backside) where the powder was deep and the trees were plentiful. Those few runs in and of themselves were worth the trip out. And it’s quite a lovely drive. Sadly, though, I was as excited by the “big” town of Granby as a Kansan in New York for the first time. That’s what a small town will do to you.