I met up with my brother and sisters this weekend, and along with some of Kyle's friends, had the best long weekend of skiing (& drinking) that I've had in awhile. It's sad how rarely I get to go - I only made one trip prior to NY's Hunter Mountain, which is a poor excuse for a slope when compared to Breckenridge and Vail, where we skiied this weekend. It was my first skiing trip in Colorado, but it most certainly won't be my last. The mountains were magnificent and I actually found myself tackling double black-diamonds successfully for the first time in my life (admittedly they weren't nearly as intimidating as the similarly marked runs at Whistler, but whatever, I was proud of myself).
It was an exhausting trip and one morning I found myself vomitting into a toilet four times in quick succession - I'd like to blame the elevation, which surely was a contribution, but it probably didn't help that I drank the night before. Still, a long weekend of skiing in the Rockies with friends and family is a tough trip to beat!
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