He saw everything as far as he could see. From “Rocky Mountain High” by John Denver
Tuesday morning dawned sunny and glorious. The snow had ended during the night, and although the thermometer read a chilly -5 degrees, we bundled up with enough layers to stay toasty. Being inside on that beautiful day in the high Rockies was not an option any of us even considered. We were ready to “hit the slopes” – but without the skis!
Ted and I made the decision weeks before this trip that skiing wasn’t in our future. I can get the “Klutz of the Year Award” for trying to walk and chew gum at the same time, and I knew the complicated acts of snapping myself into skis, getting upright and balancing with just two little skinny poles as support – then sliding downhill on snow and ice – could only end with a trip to the emergency room for me. Ted – I’m sure – could have managed with a little practice, but thankfully, he decided against trying it out also. Blake has skied a little before, and Rich and Anna, the couple who joined us late on Monday night, were good skiers. But all three of the young folks decided to stick with the old folks, bless their hearts.
I should stop and say right here that I am not a “rider of rides”. I never have been. I was a really cheap date at the county fair when I was a teenager because I didn’t want to ride anything – even the up/down of the Merry-Go-Round made me nervous – and the ferris wheel, thank you very much, but no. Now in case you think I’m a completely boring person, I did – at one time – ride every ride anyone could persuade me to get on. And afterwards – each and every time – I said, “I won’t ride it again.” I have never been a dare-devil, don’t like to go fast, don’t like to get suspended in air and ROCKED (first and only ferris wheel ride), and don’t get my thrills from being scared silly. OK – maybe I am a completely boring person.
For some reason though, the only part of the ski lift that bothered me was the thought of having to get ON it while it was moving and get OFF it while it was also moving. Blake and Ted promised to sit on either side of me and physically man-handle me off, so I wouldn’t get caught upside-down in the chair going back down the mountain without them – so I was somewhat relaxed. Somewhat. Once we were aboard though – I forgot about being scared and concentrated on “seeing everything as far as we could see”.
We spent the rest of the day exploring and shopping, and after a really good Mexican dinner at the Coyote Cafe, we fell into bed wonderfully full – and exhausted.
Morning came way too soon. After a continental breakfast provided by the condos, we packed up and made the 10 a.m. check-out with no problem.
What a trip! So much fun, so many memories made. Thank you, Blake, for inviting us. Love you more!
On Friday: Back to the lake, where we had some unexpected forest critters surprise us one morning! See you then!