If you have read some of my posts, you know that I brag and brag about how awesome Colorado is….and you might want to say ‘okay Natalie…Prove it!’. Well this last weekend I packed up my little red subaru with my K2’s and off I went to meet up with my dad and his fiance, Shelly, in Steamboat. According to my dad, I have been to Steamboat Springs several times growing up, but this was the first time I have ever skiied there. We’re having kind of an interesting ski season so far, not a whole lot of snow. So I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. I did a snow dance the weekend before in the hopes that the moisture gods would line everything up for a nice batch of powder. But when I checked the weather on Friday it said “snow possible 30% chance”, which is a low chance in my opinion. Well I was going anyway, but then as I was making my way up I started to notice that my dance had pleased the makers of the snow. Here’s a pictoral look at one of the most magical and amazing weekend I have had in Colorado!
Armed with only the best equipment, I make my way up I-70 towards Las Montanas de Rockies.
No, I would never put my life and the lives of my fellow drivers (not to mention the well-being of my skiis) in danger by taking a picture while driving.
I made the turn-off on 40 to head north to Steamboat (again I am not driving and taking pictures).
At the base of Steamboat, what is that? Could it be snowing? Friday night brough 4 new inches.
My gosh-darn “pater familias” a.k.a. Dad. Notice his 3-tassle hat (only two tassles visible here) signifying the Expert telemarking rating. I am working towards my first tassle this year.
We were skiing in the snow and fog and then we came down the mountain to see this! Magnifico!
The hot springs at Strawberry Park were amazing, a little crunchy (i.e. lots of hippies) but so relaxing and magical. We spent 3 hours there!
The “changing hut”, notice the lack of door or windows or any privacy for that matter, like I said a little crunchy. But we were already in our suits! HA! Take that. And when we got out it was dark so it didn’t matter that we were butt-naked in front of strangers. Your welcome strangers!
While we were soaking a giant storm rolled in and dumped around 10 inches of new powder.
Day 2: Even better than the first! Powder Powder and it is all MINE! Well and a couple other people’s too.
Reason number 4 zillion and one for loving Colorado! Gorgeous!
Oh Steamboat how I hated to leave, but thanks for the amazing and magical weekend! I promise I will be back.