Ski Trip

We went! And we came back! Mostly.

In attendance were brothers P and T (aka Dad). Also along were me and K, as well as J. Our journey to Breck via Denver was smooth, and we kicked off the trip with a heroic adventure at the grocery store.

The first afternoon and following morning of skiing went smoothly; P learned the basics, K got a refresher course, J and I tested our mettle, and Dad gave himself his own refresher course on the blue-blacks. It was our second afternoon that was a total bummer. K wins the prize for the most impressive battle scar, although it's not much to look at from the outside; she tore her ACL. She went to the medical clinic in Breck for a brace, x-rays, and pain meds, but that was the end of her skiing adventure. And worse, she couldn't even relax in the hot tub because to do so would increase the swelling in her knee! Boo hiss :-(

She did get some awesomely huge shorts from the clinic, though, which look like a 3XL on her, even though they're a small/medium. Or so they say???

We did manage to get out that night for a delicious dinner at Modis, which included (thank you very much) a deliciously chocolately dessert. And our waitress, noticing K's plight, informed us that she's had 3 ACL surgeries and is still skiing!

[For the uninjured...] Saturday and Sunday involved LOTS of skiing, and any time not spent doing that was passed doing one of three other things: eating, sitting on the couch, or sitting in the hot tub. We had a few afternoon flurries, and one decent night of snowfall while we were there, and had a lovely view from the patio looking towards town to the left and Bald Mountain to the right. Don't we all look thrilled about life?
There was about an hour of excitement on Sunday, when we considered changing our return flight from Monday to Tuesday, due to predicted inclement weather in Denver and St. Louis on Monday. This super-fun activity involved a lot of time on hold with the airline by T, and a lot of cursing by P when he lost his credit card. Which was found. On his bed. Cleverly camouflaged. In the end, we kept our original flight home, which was delayed by a couple of hours, but we made it "just before the window slammed shut."

By way of an update to those who haven't heard, K went to the doctor yesterday, and she's supposed to have surgery in about a month, after all the swelling has subsided.