First, for all of you who remember one of our traditions, here is the requisite shot of most of our family/party in our lovingly hand-made-by-Carol, matching ski sweaters. (Feeling jealous, Tina?) The only ones missing are my grandson Trevor (sick) and his dad who was babysitting.
That sexy, good-looking (modest) guy in the middle is me. Well, okay, from left to right you see Son-in-law Tom, daughter (Tom's wife) Amy, Carol, (ahem) me, daughter Christina, unofficially adopted daughter Misty, and Misty's husband Lou (with the beard).
Here is grandson Trevor all decked out in his new snow suit riding on the sled we bought for him. This was BEFORE he came down with the stomach virus. He's from Tampa, and isn't quite sure about this white stuff all around him.
In this shot, we have Amy, Christina and Tom riding up the mountain in a chair lift right ahead of me and Carol. This was BEFORE Tom fell and cracked a rib! (He's still smiling here.)
Here we have the view from the very top of the mountain, looking north down into the valley in which lie the towns of Fraser and Granby, Colorado. Note all the bare rock and dirt up here where the wind blows the snow off the mountaintop.
And finally, here is the same view zoomed in a bit. From this point you can ski non-stop all the way to the base, covering over 7 miles of trails and a total vertical descent of 3060 feet.