Day 2: Onward to the Breck

We woke up early, myself earlier than most, and prepared for our trip to Breckenridge aiming to be there as the slopes opened. Everyone but myself seemed to nursing hangovers largely blamed on absinthe the previous evening. Lethargy was definitely present as we began our trip west and Colyn proved his inability with directions, but as we approached the mountain range to our west, the excitement certainly increased. Well, except for Sara.

The mountain had gotten half a foot a few days earlier in the week, so the snow was good, but well run by the time we arrived. It was exciting to be on a mountain again, but overall found Breckenridge to be a fun, but not terribly challenging mountain.

Ed, Colyn and I really began getting into the mountain later in the day, running some fast runs. Until a ski instructor decided to pull us over, in order to tell us just how long he'd been skiing. He may have also mentioned how little we'd apparently skied, but that wasn't much more than a secondary concern, based on the time devoted in his speech. Ed has it on video somewhere.

We headed to Breckenridge Brewery for apres ski beer and nachos, before heading to Frisco to crash thanks once again to the generosity of Ben & Joel.