Still no place like home (Steamboat)

I was forced to continue my travel following last week's journey. My wife's step-family was in Breckenridge over the weekend so we drove there on Friday night. The party consists of two new babies under a year old, Ashley's two step-sisters and their husbands, Ashley's brother and wife, and her dad and step mom. Being the junkie I am, I ponied up $75 for a lift ticket on Saturday to ski with the family. I figure it's better than strolling main street and shopping. The conditions were not as bad as expected. We got to ride the highest lift in the US, the Imperial Express ascending to 12,895 ft. Wow is it windy up there! I found some great lines high-up as well as in the trees as I ran the low-landers ragged. On our last run Ashley’s dad caught a rock under-ski and got thrown down. He dislocated his shoulder. Bummer! He’s a strong man (although careless sometimes) so he took it well.

Drove back to Steamboat on Sunday around noon. I joked with Ashley’s dad that we’d probably have to drive through a snow storm to get home. Well, I was right! It was dumping between Kremmling and Steamboat, especially on the pass. Tomorrow should be nice on our home mountain.