Prior to the Super Bowl on Sunday, we made the drive to the farthest resort on our pass, Beaver Creek. We weren’t sure where we were going when we got in the car, we just headed toward the mountains. Along the way, Kim researched the conditions for each resort. We ruled out the closer resorts (Keystone, Breckenrdige, Arapahoe Basin) because it was around 7:30 when we passed them, and they typically don’t open until 9. So we continued on I-70 toward Vail and Beaver Creek, and in the end picked Beaver Creek because they had something like 22 inches in the previous 5 days.

We made a great decision, as the slopes were empty! I’m not sure if it was like this at the other resorts, but during the early morning we hardly saw any other people. Perhaps the big game later in the day discouraged others from heading out. It had no effect on us though, we were on the lift at 8:30 and we left at 1 and had plenty of time to make it to a Super Bowl party. The four hours was plenty enough for Kim to attempt using me as a ramp. Let me explain. I took a tumble on a couple of little bumps and Kim went over the same bumps right behind me. While I was on the ground, she hit one bump and went flying in my direction and ended up running right into me. She thought it was hilarious, I did not. Note to self: do not fall anymore!