breckenridge day 2

Saturday morning we woke up early, rented skis, and Jeremy and I headed up the mountain. The altitude wasn't treating Lelaine well, so she decided to take it easy reading by the fireplace, walking through town, and getting a massage.

have skied more this year than any other year, and it is definitely paying off. We took the gondola from town to Peak 8 and started with a nice green. After the warm up we stayed on blues all day, hitting nearly every blue on Peaks 7 and 8.

I was pretty much on cloud nine all day, but a couple runs were particularly stellar. In the early afternoon we started going through the trees and deep powder near Wirepatch, then headed left for Monte Cristo, which is at the very end of the resort. I thought something was wrong and the run was closed, because Monte Cristo had been very recently groomed and there was no one else around. We rode down the whole way and didn't see a single soul - it was like we were on our own private mountain. As soon as we got down we went back up the lift and repeated the run. This time, Jeremy took a pretty bad fall...and by fall I mean he flipped while in the trees and nearly hit a rock. I missed it, but managed to take many pictures of him while he was getting up. The pic on the right is Jeremy picking himself up. Notice that there is no one else within sight.

After lunch at the base of Peak 7 we skied for another hour or so and then headed back to Aunt Glo's place. One of the best parts about it is that it is ski-in from the 3.5 mile long Four O'Clock trail. I have never stayed in a ski-in condo, and it will be hard to stay anywhere else now that I have been able to go directly from slope to couch or hot tub.

Jeremy's girlfriend Emily drove in from Denver and we went out to dinner. Jeremy and I were sore from skiing and Lelaine still hadn't completely adjusted to the altitude, so instead of going out after dinner we stayed in and watched TV.