Steve and I are in Alta, Utah right now, with his dad and brother as well. I love Alta. Not only because we got engaged here about a year ago, but because of the powder on the mountain even with few storms, scarce lift lines, friendly folk, and comfy lodge.We’re here for three days. Here are shots of Scott and of Steve skiing today.
I’ve been delinquent in posting about my recent ski adventures. I guess I’ve been spending too much time having fun. On a side note, I don’t know if I’ve even skied five days by December 13th before, aside from my racing days, where I’d have about 20 days under my belt by the time December rolled around. Those frigid and glacial days are behind me. Anyway, let’s make this short and sweet for all involved. All three days were at @coppermtn, with increasingly good conditions. I’ve assembled a dainty illustration for your enjoyment that summarizes it all:
Ski Day #2: Oh What a Day. That’s an overstatement. It was a marvelous day, though. My parents live in Carbondale, Colo. This fulfills our dream of having a ski chalet. Only one that lies 35 minutes from the Aspen/Snowmass (@aspensnowmass) mountain activity conglomerate. Unlike ski days on the Front Range, having a place to stay in the Aspen valley means that you don’t need to get up at 5:45 to beat traffic. You can rise at 7:45, eat a leisurely breakfast (which, in the Poncelet family, always includes Nutella, and twice over if skiing is in your near future), be on your way at 8:30, and on the slopes by 9:15. So Snowmass, let’s see. A handful of lifts open, we stuck to Big Burn most of the day. Sneaky’s, to the right of the Burn, was my personal Best in Show for the day, some light light powder,
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Steve and I couldn’t figure out where to spend our three day Memorial Day weekend. Not on the Front Range, not too far from Colorado… We had debated the Picketwire Canyonlands, in the vicinity of the Comanche National Grasslands. That area has some of the oldest dinosaur fossils in the world and would be fun to hike and camp. We decided, though, to head to Crested Butte with two other couples to hike, mountain bike and watch our friend Kris race in the Gunnisson Growler. The weather forecast was rain, rain, rain. That’s ok! Adventure! I love road trips because you don’t have to worry about filling those ridiculously small travel containers of shampoo, pulling a deltoid because you refuse to check your luggage and haul it all through security, or cram your purse and laptop under the seat in front of you. Not to mention the planning part. On
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