Our little excursion to Beaver Creek, Colorado three years ago for a ski trip has turned into a routine family affair that we all look forward to each January!
I remember skiing with with my best friend, Lindsay, back in middle school and thinking we were pretty awesome at it. What I didn’t know then was that I was basically skiing on hills and had yet to conquer the mountains of Colorado. It goes without saying that my legs literally hate me for 4 days straight, but the views from on top are well worth it.
Thanks to the EpicMix app, we can track our progress throughout the day and even get our photos taken at certain peaks. The thing is, it’s become an obsession with my Dad who wants to conquer 30,000 ft in a day and I have no business trying to achieve it. My legs literally won’t hear of it. I’m always the first person who is looking for the nearest lodge to take a break or can’t feel her feet and wants to head in for lunch. I don’t fight it, it is what it is.
You will notice my Dad isn’t in as many of the photos from the top of the mountain because we lost him most days to his desire to conquer the mountain!
Speaking of lodging, for the past few years we splurge a bit and stay up the mountain at Townsend Place condos. It affords us the luxury of ski in / ski out and we’re walking distance from the village. It’s a really nice place to stay and certainly provides you with the “lodge” feel that encourages you to start up the fireplace, kick your feet up and enjoy a nice glass of wine (that we did plenty of!). There are plenty of these types of places to stay at and if it’s within your budget to do so, I cannot recommend it enough!
Unfortunately this trip was a bit rougher than usual. For some reason, I was having a rough go at it and fell 3 times. Thankfully, they were minor falls and I could keep skiing, but none the less I fell. One of the times I got jerked around pretty good simply because you cannot fall gracefully with these two long, metal sticks coming out of your feet. That tweaked my neck pretty good, but my loving Mother treated me to an 80 minute massage the next morning which was painful but well worth it.
Oddly enough, it wasn’t just me who fell. My brother, Ryan, had the most hilarious tumble in 3 feet of fresh powder that he simply just sunk in to and pushed him right out of his skis. You had to be there to witness it, but it was one of the greatest things I’ve seen in my entire life. I was crying I was laughing so hard under my ski googles.
Dad thought he was out of the woods from the “falling” curse, but on one of his last runs for the day he ended up having to quickly maneuver away from a tumbling snowboarder and ended up hitting a jump that was virtually invisible due to the time of day. Needless to say he went tumbling himself and ended up breaking a bone in his hand! He was a trooper for the next day and half with a seriously swollen hand until he could get to his doctor back home the following morning where they confirmed the break and slapped a cast on it. I think all signs pointed to the Mansky family getting off the mountain so we could stay alive.
On a happier side note, look how sweet my goggles are! My brother gifted them to me as a thank you for helping him get settled in his new apartment. These things are bad ass! They are so much bigger than my last pair and reflect all sorts of sunlight without fogging, etc. They are the Smith Optics I/OX that come with an interchangeable lens. (My brother is wearing the Wise Stone Throw/Green & I’m wearing the Abma Micrograph.)
The high altitude and fresh, cold air leave you pretty exhausted come late afternoon. We often skied down the Centennial lifts straight to the Chart House patio for a cocktail and warm bowl of soup. You couldn’t stay too long out there once the sun sets behind those mountains because it gets cold in a hurry!
We’d meander home, change out of our ski clothes and find comfort on the couch by the fire place. After a few glasses of wine, we’d all get back up, change into dinner clothes and head back up to the village for dinner and cocktails. Good food, great family and the best of scenery leave you plenty content to call it a night quite earlier than usual.
All in all, it was a wonderful ski trip to Beaver Creek with my Dad, Mom and brother. There were plenty of memories made (unfortunately they involve a lot of falling) and it’s something we’ll continue to look forward doing year after year.
If you’ve ever skied Beaver Creek I’d love to hear where you stayed and what you think of the Mountain!