Snowmass, Here I Come!

If I were a different person, a person who only cared about myself and no one else, I’d be a ski bum in Rockies. As it is, I don’t get to ski very because it’s so expensive and I have other, more important things to spend my money on. (For example, my children. *grin*) But some of my fondest memories as a kid was on the slopes. I used to tape trail maps to the underside of my bunk bed so that I could stare at them while I drifted off to dreamland.

One of my best friends is fortunate enough to have the kind of job that takes him on business to several wild and exotic locations and next week, it’s Snowmass! He’s invited me to tag-a-long and I couldn’t be more grateful.

I’ll be posting on location starting this weekend. To get us started, who’d like to share one of their ski memories? Ten bucks says my brother, Andrew, can’t recall the name of his favorite ski school instructor from our last vacation to Snowmass.