Day 2 we woke up to clear skies and sore thighs. Ha.
Our plan for the day was to head over to peak 6 where you can ski the blues above the tree line. The lifts weren’t open right away so we did a few runs on peak 8 before finally heading over.
Not going to lie the way up to the top was pretty intimidating as you are riding the lift above the tree line. You start to feel like you are going to fall off a cliff. I am not one to normally be afraid of heights but I was definitely shaking. Think we all were to some extent.
Once at the top the views were breathtaking. I have never experienced anything like it before. You really feel like you are on top of the world but also that you could fall off at any moment.
For the first run we took the “easier” way down. Which don’t let the name fool you it was still pretty intense at the top. But once you hit the tree line it’s pretty smooth sailing. All in all it was exhilarating in the best way possible. So much so that we headed back up for a second go.
The second run was a bit more difficult but somehow still managed to pull it off and was able to do it better than some. We watched a guy totally wipe out on the way down.
After that I think we were all on a bit of a high having conquered peak 6. I was so glad we just totally went for it without thinking about it too much. I know if I had I probably would have talked myself out of it.
We skied a bit more before calling it a day, hitting the hot tubs an early dinner and then bed. The mountains can really tire you out especially being from the Midwestern plains.
just off the chair lift at the top of peak 6…
snippet of the first run down peak 6…
view from second run…
snippet of the second run down…
the very happy face of success…
We woke up Monday morning to find it snowing, looks like we’d be skiing in the fresh powder or “pow pow” as my brother-in-law put it.
With my new ski jacket (thanks Santa) and goggles I certainly felt the part and was eager to get out there.
Coming off the lift and heading to our first run was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Skiing in the fresh untouched powder…gliding across the surface feeling light as air. It was pretty damn magical and I think we’d all agree.
The skiing itself came back pretty naturally. I am certainly not the best but after a few runs I was feeling pretty comfortable.
After a fairly long first day on the slopes we grabbed some beer and hit the hot tub (my dad and uncle have a set routine that the rest of us are advised to abide too).
From there it was off to dinner. But dinner was soon interrupted as we got news that my dad and I’s original flight back had been cancelled. This was due to the extreme negative temps in the forecast that Chicago was set to and did experience on Wednesday.
The earliest available flight we could get was Friday evening. While this initially seemed not great it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. After rearranging our work schedules we were able to stay and ski an extra day. And, our uncle was staying till Friday anyways so we also had a place to stay. While stressful for an hour or so we sorted everything and started gearing up for day 2.
On the ride back to the airport I started thinking, should I write about my ski trip? I was unsure but decided why not? It’s a trip nonetheless I might as well.
This would be my first trip out west to ski since early 2014. To say I was a bit nervous about my abilities on the mountain would be an understatement. After making excuses to not go on the trip the past couple years this time I had no excuse. It was time to face the Rockies once again.
Our travel out there was near perfect. By midday we had everything sorted and were ready to hit the slopes first thing Monday morning. After so much anticipating I was there and it was happening.