Last weekend, Carl Knoch came in to town for what was supposed to be a weekend filled with skiing. Thanks to the 80 degree spring days, our weekend turned in to a few hours of skiing and a lot of beer drinking on patios.
We started Friday with a trip to Steuben's followed by a tour and a round of hellos at Scream on our way to REI to pick up some bike supplies. After that, we were mountain bound.
The conditions were what most would refer to as "mashed potatoes" but let me tell you that this girl loved every second of it. Spring skiing takes everything that I hate (see: cold) out of the equation and leaves you with sunshine, beautiful clear skies and views to gasp over.
Andy had come up to meet us for the first part of the day and he was right, by about 2 p.m. - they mountain was no longer "mashed potatoes" and was just straight slush (we actually skied through water on our last run) so we found a deck, loosened our boots and planted our butts with a few Coors Lights (which we both decided, tastes way better at 10,000 feet).
Since nothing but slush welcomed us the next day, we headed back to Denver to enjoy the 80 degree weather how it was meant to be enjoyed - outside, riding bikes to a picnic in a garden. The Denver Botanic Gardens are in bloom a little earlier this year and we took full advantage by enjoying some sandwiches from Snarf's under a shaded tree.
Note to self : Don't go cactus shopping when you need to B-Cycle home.
After somehow surviving that ride home, prick-free, we went to meet the cousins for some dinner before the dreaded drive out to DIA to say goodbye to Dad.
As I've pulled myself up from the mess that was March, I was reminded during this particular visit that, sometimes, we need to just let it go and enjoy some quality time - just a girl and her dad.
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