Vail Ski Trip

I returned about a week ago from one of the most amazing (hard to top skiing in the French Alps) ski trips I've ever taken. Sarah, one of my best friends from high school, works for the Ritz Carlton and had decided to take a trip out to the Ritz Bachelor Gulch and I was lucky enough to be invited. I can only describe this ski trip and our accomodations as feeling what it would be like to be rich and famous! I could go on and on about all the luxurious amentities on the trip, but since I'm still working on my letter to the better business bureau and the VW CEO regarding our car, I am a little pressed for time. The view from our balcony.

Ski in. Ski out. No lugging your equipment anywhere, especially with the ski valet (who by the way helps you put your ski boots on and off. If you're a skier, you know what a pain in the a$$ this is especially by the last day when you can barely move)

While I was in awe over our view, Sarah unpacked her heated ski boots circa 1990.

About to ski down to the Ritz for 3:15 hot chocolate and fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies.

The back bowls of Vail, my new favorite mountain.

We were extremely fortunate to have 3 sunny days in a row. How unbelievably blue is this sky? Not too bad to deal with for all 3 days.

Skiing Beaver Creek below.

The sun still ablazin at apres ski.

Nothing like sitting around the campfire with a cold beer listening to the Fran Liptak guitar wannabe after a full day on the slopes.

We skied 2 of the 3 days with Sarah's good friend Joe who lives in Colorado. We are posing at the location that said "Great spot for family photo." This is our family photo of the trip.

Joe was over the moon about riding the palma lift for the first time. Not quite as exciting as he hoped it would be.

Sarah with Beaver Creek Village in the background on our last day :-(

Thanks for inviting me on such an amazing trip Watty. I had so much fun with you and famous Jack too.