Well, that's what my boy would have called the ride last night
up into the mountains of Colorado.
Mrs has been gone all week to a meeting in Denver and as part of
the function of her new job she has occasion to visit hospitals
and doctors offices scattered about the country.
Turns out her co-worker handed this trip off to her because she
was afraid of the weather, and sure enough, with good reason.
But... after I checked my schedule and after Mrs. had booked the
condo and all, I decided to worry about studying for finals...
not this weekend.
In fact I decided to ditch my last class of the year and head on
out to the airport to catch a standby flight to Denver.
Mrs was waiting for me at the baggage claim and I introduced her
to my "seatmate" who has invited us to come to her villa
in Mexico. I'll write more about her later, but as soon as we are
back, she is putting in for the vacation time so we can head south
on my spring break.
Then there was the rental car counter, and to make a long story
short, the roads were bad and they offered a upgrade, a new Tahoe
or perhaps an older Escalade (like 3 months older). The girl started
with 50 bucks a day extra and the long and short is that we drove
out of there in a brand new Escalade for only 20 bucks extra a day
(on top of my 21 dollar rate).
That is an absurd rate, and so is the car.
But with crappy driving conditions I was glad to have the four
wheel drive and be nice and high up.
But I confess, it's not me in that vehicle, I don't belong in such
an expensive beast.
We got in at about 10pm.
So after I dragged myself out of bed, this was the view off of
the front porch.
Walk down the steps and take a peek up to the right, and somehow
that snow looks a tad cold.
But as I walked over to the clubhouse, I told myself that this
was all ok, it was being in snow on purpose, not living in it any
Here is where I did my laps this morning. Got in a good half an
hour when I decided that swimming at 9,000 feet is a bit more difficult
that at 5,000.
Oh, I forgot to say, it was 18 degrees this morning when I did
my laps, it's -6 right now, but there is a nice fire in the fireplace.
Pool was about 85 or 90 I suppose.
We spent the day checking out various places to ski, and finally
decided on a plan for Sunday and Monday.
After the sticker shock at this place, we decided to do one one
day here, at the resort with the most expensive lift ticket prices
in North America, Vail, Colorado.
Even at early season prices they are 77 dollars a day, going up
to 83 in a week or so.
Sooner or later they are going to price themselves out of the market,
but until then, I'm glad that Mrs. has to "work" here
We'll leave here about 10 and head on down to Copper for the rest
of the day and after another 15 minute meeting in Frisco, its off
to Boulder for her and the airport for me.
It's a shame the co-worker was so afraid of the snow.
Someone has to do the dirty work, might as well shove it off on
the "newbie" in the office.
Last shot was taken over Lake Dillon looking toward Frisco, Colorado.