Rocky Mountain High

Well I finally got to spend a long weekend away with my hubby this past weekend for some R&R. At least it was supposed to be R&R until I got on the slopes. You see, we went to west for some skiing. And the last time I went skiing was 8 years ago, before I had my 3 children. And I must say that my body has changed quite a bit in those 8 years, not least of which is my strength and mental capacity to conquer new heights. It ain't there. I forgot how challenging it can be to sache elegantly down a slope, especially when said slope is facing east and the spring's sun rays have turned the snow into piles of wet clumpy cement! So, instead I plowed my way down the mountain at my own sweet pace while 4 year olds careened right past me at lightning speed. After a day at Vail and a day at Breckenridge my R&R was more like reckless and ridiculous rather than rest and relaxation. The good news is that I only fell twice and I don't think either time was my fault. At least I can play it off that way. The other good news is that the views were spectacular and I love the Rockies and Red Rock was incredible. The lack of O2 certainly was a factor for me...hey, maybe that is why I was so ski challenged! Yea, that's it - I had a Rocky Mountain High! And I'm too old to ski when I'm high. ;-) So, here are a couple of pics I got of the scenery. From the ground. No way was I going to lug my camera up the slopes. I'm a bit insane at times, but not stupid.










(ok, dh took this one with his pocket p&s as we were riding the chair lift up the mountain)