Here are some pics from the trip...
Just another excuse for me to not take the trash out.
Our last night in Copper Mountain...please excuse that awful excuse for facial hair.
He was laying on a bench after skiing....my sentiments exactly BB.
Best part of the trip right here. It was called the chocolate sleigh ride. Me, BB, and my sister in law rode out to a tent in the woods and made smores and drank hot chocolate. That's my kind of vacation.
It wasn't yellow, I checked.
He was almost to the front door when we found him. Going to ski in his jammies I suppose.
Skiing solo for the first time.
If you have never been skiing, I don't recommend it. I mean, it looks super fun, and it is as long as you are a freaking expert. It's not so much fun when you slam face first into the mountain with such force that your ski smacks you in the back of the head. Oh, and did I mention that you can't breathe? We live below sea level, and Copper Mountain is 14,000 feet ABOVE sea level. What does that mean? It means I was gasping for air after putting my socks on. Good times.