Snowboarding in CO with some craziness mixed in!

Why would there be craziness you ask? Because that's how we do! Is there ever a normal weekend or a normal trip with friends? Heck no! And once again, this trip to Breckenridge confirmed that! We had eight of us in a cabin just outside of Breckenridge. Can you say private hot tub? Screw the community pool/sauna/hot tub. Private is definitely the way to go if you ever plan to rent a place out there. What does a private hot tub provide you with? It means that you can drink in there until 5am, party hearty, then wake up in less than three hours to hit the slopes all day! Then repeat! Come one, those of you who know me and have read this blog know that we always give 120% effort on the weekends!

 Josh and Eric getting their lift tix at Copper Mountain. 

Cody and I on the chairlift at Copper 

Love that view! 

Umm yeah. $10 Canadian beers. But I think they actually eased the pain the second day on the slopes

After much thought between a few of us, we decided to start with Copper Mountain on Friday, then hit Keystone on Saturday (Josh and Scotty hit up Breck instead). In our group, we had all levels of experience. From Josh who had absolutely zero time on skis but ended up loving his time on them. And up to Cody who was disappointed that he missed the snowcat so he hiked up the mountain and snowboarded his way down on his own. Conditions were great. We got a lot of fresh powder on the second day that we were there. It was definitely a new experience. Yes, you go a little bit slower, but at the same time it is a lot harder to turn if you're not use to it (as you'll see in my new "Oh sh*t videos"). I took some hard falls, and Cody and Eric witnessed them on both days. Fell on my head one day, only to see my snowboard and legs up in the air above me (reminded me way too much of my mt biking mishap at Lewis and Clark). Luckily, I was wearing my new helmet. The helmet saved me once and that is all that I ask of it!

It was super busy at Keystone 

Wiping out at Keystone from Misterlime on Vimeo.

 Unfortunately, that branch was not staged!

Eric's turn to wipeout from Misterlime on Vimeo.

Cody tearing it up at Copper Mountain! 

Another pic of Cody 

  Yup, that's me!

Close call with a tree at Keystone from DJ Chi Wai on Vimeo.

Eric and sis Steph at Keystone 

Eric and I making it down Keystone, yes he falls again from DJ Chi Wai on Vimeo.

Eric snowplowing his way down

Cody pointed out that the slopes spell the word Sky 

The next day, first fall I took was landing on my stomach. That actually hurt the worst. Didn't have time to get my hands out and my stomach cushioned my fall. Just imagine doing a belly flop in the pool, except the mountain doesn't give way like the water does. OUCH!

A coincidence that my last name also means King? 

Drinking at the Motherload in Breckenridge 

Private cabin in the woods 

 Barb with her humongous bottle of wine

Barb and Josh eating "Pork Wings" at Breckenridge Brewery. Josh also discovered Rolling Rock beer that night.

Scott and Jenn at the cabin

The drive out was pretty terrible. We took two vehicles out, Eric and I rode with Cody in his Suby. Can you say black ice once we passed North Platte? Made for a long and interesting drive. Nothing like seeing a silver Volkswagon fly by you only to see it sliding all over the lane not even 100 yds later. Yikes! Then the drive back, not much better with the amount of snow that they got in the mountains before hitting Denver. Loveland Pass had just reopened, cars were sliding into guardrails, and the tow trucks were out left and right. Thanks Cody for getting us home safely!

Night number two in the hot tub. Yes, I wear my sunglasses at night in the hot tub! 

Okay, the hot tubbing stories. First of all, there is nothing cooler than sitting in a 103 degree hot tub while it is snowing at night and only 8 degrees out. Yes, that was our first night there and we were in there until 5am. The second and third nights, we were just as loud but ONLY stayed out there till 3am. The difference being that I decided to change it up a bit. With that I mean jumping out of the hot tub and running to the snow. Once there, I proceeded to make a snow angel with nothing but swim trunks on. Wow it was cold!!! Can you say brrr? Can you say crazy mofo? After realizing how cold it was, I would then run back and jump into the hot tub. Weird thing is that it feels like pin pricks all over your body. Like a shock treatment. I would be lying if I said my angel's wings were as good a Victoria Secret model's wings. But hey, I wanna see them do snow angels with next to nothing on. Okay really, I would like to see that!!!

Warning, attempting somersaults in the snow will put snow in your hair and all over your body 

Sometime around 2am

Making snow angels in the cold, freezing, snow! from Misterlime on Vimeo.

It was Eric's idea the first night, but he never followed through. Asian persuasion got him out there on the third night!

The last night there, my friend Natalie joined us for dinner, brews, card games, and finally the hot tub. I was very impressed with her snow angel making abilities. Definitely a trooper. But of course, I had to up the ante. This time around, snow angels were face down and I even tried doing somersaults. Keyword being TRIED. When the snow is two feet deep, it is really hard to do any sort of tricks in the snow. But you gotta at least try to impress the ladies, right?

I'm not sure if Natalie knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to meet us that night!

And this ain't 30 degree temps, more like in the teens! 

Good times folks! I can't wait to do it again next year. Okay, so I've done all the playing in the snow that I care to for the year. Time for the weather to warm up so I can hop back on the saddle!

 

At first glance, the sign says Eat Dogs. Also points out how "You Are Nowhere"