Ski Week 2017

Shortly after Runnells Christmas - mere hours after - we were at Mitchell International Airport boarding a plane for Colorado. The early, early morning flight was barely at half capacity, and having worked though the whole process a few times before, it wasn’t a total junk show traveling with our little adventurer. We were off to a good start. 

Our first day was packed - breakfast, REI, the climbing gym, ski pickup, Whole Foods, and settling into our condo - and a whole lot of fun. 

The rest of our time was equally enjoyable. Thanks to warm weather and sunshine, HQ and I got to spend a fair amount of time outside and explored a few different villages. Vail, Beaver Creek, and Keystone all proved to be suitable for parent-little human ski bumming, but BC took the cake: there was space for spectating, quiet corners to settle into, and oodles of cookies being distributed at the base of the mountain.  And while the mountains were low on snow and we often had shorter days on the slopes, skiing occurred every day; we also managed to find time to shop/explore Beaver Creek (hello, Smartwool store), ice skate, play games (Skip-Bo and Chicken Foot), drink several gallons of bubble water, and eat our weight in guacamole. 

After a season off of skiing, it was nice to get back into it, and we all managed to avoid injury, though I did drop a ski on the chair lift (thank you, rental skis, for that epic fail), had to glide on one foot off the lift (you should have seen how graceful I was...no really!) and then wait for my run-away ski to be brought up the mountain). 


we imported some imported Italian wine
Baby's first lift ticket
Baby's first gondola ride - Vail 





Date day at Beaver Creek

ski bumming with my little human at Beaver Creek - sunshine, a fire pit, and cookies for the win

Keystone


I cannot thank our amazing friends enough for being so, well, amazing. They invited us to join them - and share their condo; they shared pro parenting tips and rolled our little one around Beaver Creek; they helped us navigate airports, restaurants, and mountains; they willfully hung out with us and our three-month old; and they took turns snuggling with HQ while Brian and I hit the mountains. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and I’m fairly certain this village, our tribe, is the best!  

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