Out of an abundance of caution, I hydrated this morning in advance of today’s trip to the Rocky Mountains only to find myself wedged in the middle seat on Southwest Airlines needing to get up and ugh, you know. Blocking my path is a 200+ pound sleeping man in the aisle seat causing me to face a familiar air traveler’s dilemma: hold it or disturb the not so sleeping beauty.
I have decided to try and distract myself by writing and shifting the focus to frozen fluids: snow and the finely groomed slopes waiting at Breckenridge (even though I hear it hasn’t snowed in a week and the forecast calls for three sunny days, which I will take in a heartbeat over fresh powder, trust me).
My youngest son and I are off on a three-day adventure, our second such ski trip. We couldn’t be more excited. While neither of us is that accomplished a skier, we have big plans for spending quality time together. Skiing schedule is a bit tough as we should arrive in the early afternoon today perhaps too late for hitting the slopes and we have a hard stop at 1pm mountain tomorrow for Falcons Football. We also will have to find time for the hot tub, perhaps a high altitude workout or cross country skiing experience and of course some hearty-man eating (fall-of-the-bone ribs, rich soups, and good football watching, carb-plentiful foods).
Our bags are flying free as we speak, and Colorado Mountain Express is waiting to whisk us up to the high country in their WiFi-enabled vans. The hotel has been reserved and I’m sure there are some skis, boots, poles and helmets available in some rental shop with our names on them. With our blatters full and our hopes high, Colorado, here we come.
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