christmas in the high country.

18 Dec

Every year I am tricked into thinking that this holiday season will be easier than then last holiday season.

That full hotels, new staff training, holiday parties, snowy winter weather and endless supplies of sugar cookies and snickerdoodles won’t get in my way.

Wrong.

This holiday season is just as wacky as last year’s holiday season AND the season before that; plus we are well on our way to being completely sold-out from tomorrow through January 3.

Phew!

Anyway, in the midst of spreading holiday cheer (everyone knows the best way to spread holiday cheer…is singing loud for all to hear...) and keeping staff morale up in the midst of long work weeks and 12/13 hour work days, I doing my darndest to soak in the beauty and light of the season.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I have got to be the luckiest girl in the world; and with Christmas upon us, I am so grateful to be surrounded by so many wonderful people who are so full of love and good cheer.

Merry Christmas to one and all!

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girls night.

10 Dec

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Also, we held the inaugural book club of the Winter ’14/’15 season and decided, in the midst of wine and and an unlimited supply of Christmas cookies and Mer’s cinnamon bun concoction, on a book called “The Goldfinch“. We meet again on January 20, so read up!

the most wonderful time of the year.

9 Dec

Ok.

I’ve been slacking a bit.

The last few weeks, work and Ripper Roo dance team and more work and leadership committees and new hires and chopping down Christmas trees and, ok skiing, have taken priority over my little blog.

Welp, here is my attempt at asking for your forgiveness.

You see, just last week Mr. A, Abbey Road and I went on the hunt for the very best little Christmas tree in Summit County. We searched high and low before we came across the most perfect little Lodgepole grove just off Montezuma Road, about a mile northwest of Peru Creek.

We trekked into the grove, embracing the bright sunshine as it sparkled off of the crusty, week old snow. Mr. A, being the Lumberjack that he is, carried his avalanche hand saw in his back pocket and loops of p-cord over his shoulders, as we trudged through the gully in our quest.

Like a child in search of his prized Christmas toy, Mr. A honed in on the fullest, greenest tree in all the land.

“Done! I found the tree!”, said he as he whipped out the hand saw and began sawing through her soft, sappy trunk, working hard at each stroke until the tree hit the ground with a “THUMP!”.

And while I had my doubts (we all know how much of a perfectionist I can be…), she really, truly is the most perfect tree in Summit County.

Happy Christmas everyone!

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730 days.

2 Dec

Believe it or not, it’s officially been two years since my dad and I arrived in Summit County and met Erik at this “awesome little lunch spot'” (A-Cafe) for a celebratory sammie.

Coming into this little adventure, I truly believed I would be in the mountains for a season; just a quick hiatus from the “real world”, a chance to play and be “irresponsible” for a winter.

Well, about six weeks into my “hiatus” I knew I was in it for the long run.

I was hooked.

Hooked on the hot pinks and dreamsicle oranges that paint the sky with the early morning sunrises, hooked on the breathlessness (from the beauty and the altitude…) that washes over you upon reaching the summit of any one of the local 13ers and 14ers that stand guard over The County, hooked on the terrifying thrill I get when I looked down the chute that leads into the wide open bowl from the top of Mayflower Gulch and hooked on the people that live their lives without regret, like they have but one more day left to live.

“I’ll just stay for the summer and THEN I’ll get back to my career, to the real world,” I told myself, time and time again that first winter.

Well, after that first summer of sunshine, 14ers, long training runs and sailing on Lake Dillon…ok a few promotions at work helped too…that summer turned into my second winter season, which then evolved into my third winter and second Coloradoversary.

To this day, 730 days later, I am unceasingly astounded and unbelievable grateful that I have ended up where I am. I have been provided with some amazing, once in a lifetime career opportunities, met an incredible group of people that have developed into a fabulous little family-away-from-family and I spend my days doing what I love and living in a place that challenges me physically and stimulates me emotionally.

Colorado, it’s been a fabulous journey thus far, and I can’t wait to see what year three brings.

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forever grateful.

20 Nov

The inaugural “Friendsgiving” took place back in November 2008 with a free 20lb turkey, courtesy of MMPI, bottles upon bottles of cheap wine and about 30 of our closest friends. We ate, we drank and we made merry with our new city friends, all while relishing in our newly acquired adulthood and big girl jobs.

Over the years, Friendsgiving has taken on many forms and has been hosted at a variety of fabulous Chicago walk-ups and houses. But after almost two years (can you believe it?!) and in the midst of a blizzard comparable to Chicago’s 2011 Snowpocalypse, Friendsgiving finally made its way to the High Country. About 20 of our heartiest friends ventured out into blowing snow and sub-zero temps to celebrate Thanksgiving a few weeks early, as most everyone who attended works in the ski industry and would therefore be working on the actual holiday.

We ate, we drank, we commented on the weather and the exciting amounts of snow being blown in by an extra low jet stream and we reflected on how lucky we were to be living in such a beautiful part of the country and working in an industry that truly appreciates the beauty of Mother Nature.

I for one, am so grateful to have each and every one of those people in my life. While I miss my family everyday, the holidays really pull at my heartstrings, but the laughs, the adventures, the exciting passion for an exciting industry and the spectacular support system found in this tiny mountain community are more than I ever could have asked for.

To you and yours, I wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings.

gentle on my mind.

18 Nov

“It’s knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman’s cryin’ to her mother
‘Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ’til I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin’ on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin’
Cracklin’ caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands ’round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin’ ever gentle on my mind”

my monday was better than your monday.

17 Nov

I’d like to make it known that today, November 17, 2014, was my first day on the hill for the Winter ’14/’15 season.

Not a bad way to spend a Monday.

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