Yesterday

The first time I went skiing in Breckenridge was a magical time. We flew out to Denver, CO, and then drove the hour and a half out to Breckenridge. The first day I was at the lift at 8:00 am for an 8:30 am opening time. It had snowed the night before, and as I waited I for the lift to open I heard the avalanche cannons firing off, sending mini-cascades of snow down the front of the Horseshoe Bowl. I hopped on the first Snowflake Lift Chair and rode up, hunting for the fresh snow towards the top of the mountain. I took a run down to the Rocky Mountain Chair Lift, and went over to 6-Chair to find the nicest runs on the mountain for new snow. The first run I fell in love with the fresh Colorado snow, and I have gone back Breckenridge every year since. This has also caused me to look for colleges up North that have skiing near by, as I love the feeling of carving up the snow. The next year after my first, I made the hike to 13,000 ft for the first time. The panorama of mountains is something that you have to see with your own two eyes; pictures will never do it justice. I will continue to visit that magical peak for as long as I can.