Before moving to Denver, I had skied twice in my life. Needless to say, I was no expert. But the amazing ladies I met in Denver all snowboarded so I figured I would give it a try. Eight seasons later, nothing compares to the rush I get floating down the mountain on my snowboard.
Usually I have a day or two under my belt by the end of December but with the wedding and work, I wasn’t able to head up the hill until the year was nearly complete. Winter Park received about 10 inches a few days before the weekend so we were treated to great snow and even a bit of fresh powder in the trees.
No matter how bad traffic might be, how long I have to wait in line, this view makes it all worth it!