Breckenridge, Days 5 and 6

My last day skiing got off to a great start of pancakes, bacon, and sauteed apples.  That led to a late start on the slopes, but it was just fine that way.  It was Super Bowl Sunday, which meant that everyone who wanted to get back down to Denver for the game was going to ski early and then head out.

We got on the lift around 11:15 or so, and had short lift lines and fairly empty hills.  It was windy (again), so by then most of the remaining powder had blown off the slopes.  That made the surfaces a little bit tough - a combo of thin spots, scraped ice, and occasional pockets of powder still hanging around.  It was a little hard on the legs, because you had to be ready for who-knows-what.  We three skied a few runs, then Dad and I skied the rest of the day, having some fun on the runs over on Peak 7.

We got back just in time to make all the unhealthy food we were planning on eating for the Super Bowl, and only when we were finished cooking it did we decide it probably would make us more legit (and make us feel slightly less bad about our dinner) if we actually turned the TV on.  Ravens 7, Niners 3 when we joined.

My last day of all, skiing or otherwise, turned out to be a beautiful sunny day, so Dad and I took Keystone and headed back up the same path we had cross-country skied up a few days before.  This time we had stunning views of Baldy and Mount Guyot.

And that, as they say, was that.  We trekked back to the car, had lunch, packed up, and drove out of the mountains to Denver, where we were greeted with this little bit of amusement:

Heh.