I just returned from six days in Colorado late last night, and if this trip didn’t have me wanting to pack all my belongings and move to the mountains, nothing will.
It was our second experience skiing in Colorado—our first was last March in Keystone—and I love how even a “bad” snow year (as locals will tell you) is some of the best snow I’ve ever experienced in my life. Colorado, you continue to impress, my friend.
Vail Ski Resort specifically boasts 5,289 skiable acres and 31 lifts. More than half of this is expert terrain, much of which was mogul-covered to my snowboarder husband’s dismay.
I’m used to skiing Heavenly, which is a massive resort by Tahoe standards with 97 runs—but Vail had a whopping 193 trails. I doubt if we even covered half of the mountain during our three days there.
The mountain’s base elevation is 8,120 feet, and the peak towers at 11,570 feet. I could feel that altitude, boy; coming from just above sea level, we were huffing and puffing up even the easiest flight of stairs.
While none of the country has experienced much precipitation this winter, Vail was christened with fresh snow the night before we arrived as well as two of the mornings we were on the mountain. After a nearly snowless trip to California last month, it seems my luck has turned!
All in all, from the weather to our first-class experience with the Four Seasons’ concierge service, it was a glorious weekend escape. I wouldn’t be disappointed if this little weekend jaunt out to Colorado became a part of our annual routine, not one bit.