Let it Snow

A couple weeks ago we packed our bags with our warmest winter gear and hopped on a plane to Breckenridge, Colorado. Now y'all, I'm not a winter person, and it was incredibly cold and snowy (-10 degrees Fahrenheit when we landed in Denver), but this vacation was not for me. It was for the men in my life who wanted nothing more than to tromp through the snow and fly down the hills at ungodly rates of speed. And while I don't love the snow and the cold, I've yet to meet a mountain range I didn't love. There is just something about being surrounded by the beauty and majesty of the mountains in any season that serves to remind me of how truly awesome our Creator is.

I have to admit I was sort of dreading this trip for a few reasons. First, the weather in the winter is always unpredictable, and I'm not a fan of unpredictable. Second, Breckenridge sits at almost 10,000 feet above sea level, and in less than 12 hours we gained almost 9000 feet in altitude. I was a little more than a tad concerned about altitude sickness. Third, I was concerned about Andrew skiing. I just didn't know how he would take it. I finally decided to stop worrying and just put it all in God's hands. And as is all too common with me, my worries were unfounded and God came through in His usual wonderful way. We took it easy the first 24 hours and kept well hydrated, and other than mild headaches along with some initial breathlessness with exertion, we were able to avoid any major effects of the altitude. Andrew skied like a champ (unlike his mother), and Patrick found his new skiing buddy. I was able to relax more than I have in a very long time. While the boys were skiing I lounged around inside and read and read and read and drank coffee and then read some more. It was glorious. We weren't on a schedule. There wasn't any pressure. It was one of the best trips we've ever been on.

So without further ado, I present picture overload . . .

View from our balcony. It snowed the entire time we were there so the view of the mountains was never very clear.

Andrew spent the first day in ski school which I would recommend for any kid just starting out. By day two he was heading up on the ski lift and skiing down the greens.

Skiing buddies . . .

Breckenridge is the most quaint little town. It was like a life sized Snow Village. I loved it. I'm trying to talk Patrick into going back during the summer when it's warm, and we can hike and really explore.

Behind me is the river . . . frozen pretty solid. Not that I would test it out.

Notice the Absinthe Bar sign in the background. Yeah, probably should've picked another spot for a photo.

Family selfie . . .

It was a seriously great trip, and we definitely plan on returning at some point in the future. But even the best trips have to end. After all, you can only avoid reality for so long, and there really is no place like home.