My brother Christian's one big wish before leaving on his impending 2-year church service mission was to go on a ski trip. Matt and I made his dreams come true at the beginning of January by taking him to Telluride, Colorado. Conde Nast just ranked Telluride the #1 ski resort in North America so it seemed like the perfect destination. We scored an incredible deal at The Inn at Lost Creek, which is Conde Nast's 20th-ranked ski hotel, and therefore stayed at the bottom of the ski lift right in the heart of Mountain Village. It was amazing.
That night, we came in from the slopes, warmed up, made ourselves a yummy gourmet dinner of spaghetti in our suite, and then bundled up again to explore. On our way to the gondola that would take us to the town of Telluride, though, we passed the most picturesque little ice rink -- and it was empty. How could we not? We'd never had an ice rink all to ourselves before, and there in the middle of the village underneath the twinkling lights with the snow lightly falling... it was perfect. We had so much fun skating to our hearts' content, practicing tricks, playing tag, holding hands, and doing crazy things like going counter-clockwise around the rink. When we'd had our fill, we headed once again toward Telluride. It was very reminiscent of Park City's Main Street, so while we enjoyed it, we definitely preferred Mountain Village for its unique identity.
On Saturday, I sent the boys out to the slopes to conquer the black diamonds without me. And then I sat in my pajamas by the fire all by myself, relaxing and reading and going through pictures (which is basically the only reason I'm remotely caught up on this blog!). Oh, it was so nice. Later in the afternoon, I met up with Matt and Christian for a final exploration of Mountain Village before embarking on our trip back home. It was the best kind of getaway!
|That would be my freezing-huddle picture pose that happens when I'm, well, freezing. It was three degrees.|