fragile.

15 Apr

I am a frequent visitor of a local coffee shop known as the Pourhouse. It’s the kind of place where you walk in and everyone knows your name, you can always count on getting the scoop on the local gossip, and perhaps take a moment to admire photos of the “sick lines” enjoyed by one of the barista’s during his most recent pow sesh.

This morning upon my arrival, I inquired as to the well-being of one of my favorite baristas, Dave. Due to previous conversations, I knew that he was planning on leaving the county for greener pastures and because I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, I assumed that he had already left.

I was shocked to learn that he had passed away last week; hit a tree while skiing at Breck and had died upon impact. I had heard about a death at Breck last week, but details had not been released and in the midst of end of season chaos, I had brushed the news off with little consideration.

It’s funny how the gravity of that consideration changes when you realize that you knew the person, not just knew, genuinely enjoyed the company of the person involved. Life is  fragile thing and I guess when your time is up, your time is up.

Cheers Dave. Your happy, adventurous spirit will be missed. We’ll ski some sick lines in your honor this weekend.

moosing around.

9 Apr

There is a family of moose who have taken up residence in Summit Cove, specifically around Tally Ho Court.

A few times a day, Mama Moose takes her twins on a stroll, stopping occasionally to sample the local fare, namely Aspen trees and loose ground cover.

The twins, though new to ‘moosing’ and still working out the kinks of their spindly legs, follow along gamely; pausing every once in a while to observe the neighbors observing them.

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out like lamb [not so much].

6 Apr

March oh March. Where have you gone?

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ebb and flow.

5 Apr

You know what’s interesting?

My thinking spot in Chicago was a spot right on the lake; a little spot as far out on a little point of land as you could go without leaping into the icy depths of Lake Michigan. A spot way away from the noise of the road and hustle and bustle of the city.

Here, in the midst of the beauty and seclusion of our mountainous sentials, I still find myself reflecting on my life in a little spot right on the banks of Lake Dillon. It’s not always the most secluded or the quietest, but I still find myself seeking out the ebb and flow of the water and the wind.

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a taste of something fine.

31 Mar

New Years resolutions have never really been my thing. My track record for follow through on “resolutions” like going to the gym three days a week, only eating dessert after one meal a day (HA!), and cutting corn syrup from my diet (Oreos don’t have corn syrup, right?) has been measly to say the least.

But this year, in the midst of the sadness and terror leading up to the end of 2015, I made it my goal to focus on being mindful about the gratitude that I feel for all the little moments that make up my life. Thankful for the gift of friendship and family and the opportunities that are presented in times of chaos and joy. Thankful for the love of an itty bitty pitty pup named Mayhem, for the beauty of snow-covered mountains, and honing in on how my positive outlook, hell sometimes my negative outlook, affects those around me.

That said, in the spirit of gratitude, I would like to share an anecdote that touches on the hilarity of the hospitality industry at high volume time periods. Though this story serves as a prime example of teamwork and support, I left each day with a renewed sense of hope for humanity, appreciation for those of us who work hard to support the ones we love, and a the joy in a large glass of wine when I finally made it home at night.

Note, this anecdote was submitted to resort leaders so please forgive the nature in which the story is told as some content has been removed.

“Many teams preach about the importance of teamwork and good communication but in my experience, not many teams epitomize the concept of teamwork in quite the way that the staff at our property does. Over the last five days, a flu bug decimated our housekeeping department, knocking out two or three people each day, last weekend. With the resort receiving 40″ of snow last week, the hotel’s occupancy jumped to 100% for the upcoming weekend. Being short-staffed combined with 40” of fresh powder meant that the property started Friday, Saturday, and Sunday behind and played catch-up in the maintenance and housekeeping departments until late in the evening—in some cases as late as 8:00pm.
Though everyone on our team was working under a huge amount of stress, each member of the staff made it known to each other that they had each other’s backs. From maintenance technicians vacuuming rooms and making beds, to house-people and kitchen stewards running linens and water bottles to rooms, to front desk agents organizing a chaotic valet circle and showering our guests with our infamous guest service to ease the displeasure expressed at rooms not being ready on time, it was truly amazing to watch the love and support melt away the stress and bring laughter and efficiency to an otherwise extremely unpleasant and chaotic situation. Instead of grumblings about working late and tears caused by exhaustion, laughter, high-fives, and thank you’s rung through the hallways.
Since that weekend, I have heard time and time again how apparent it is how much our team cares about each other’s well-being. I can honestly say that our staff has opened my eyes to the concept of friends who become family and I could not be more proud to part of such an amazing group of people.”

Thanks again to all parties involved. I am oh so lucky to know each and every you and I can only hope that my future endeavors are highlighted with anecdotes and memories like the ones we have made over the last few years.

in like a lion.

10 Mar

Arapahoe Basin, Winter Park, Keystone, Breck, Montezuma, and Summit Cove.

quiet.

8 Mar

I was supposed to grab dinner with some old friends tonight.

We’d planned on meeting at Prost at 6:00pm to nosh on German beer and homemade sausages in celebration of making it to the final 30 days of the season.

Though as 6:00pm drew nearer, the idea of leaving the comfort of our warm homes and soft couches began to drift further and further from our minds.

As we contemplated a rain check, I sat on my living room floor with the sliding glass door cracked and watched as the wispy evening clouds chased the sun lower and lower behind the rose colored peaks of Buffalo and Red.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts mulling about my brain the last several weeks. So many thoughts that I can’t always make sense of what I am thinking. I am oddly emotional, a bit overwhelmed, and frankly, bone tired; though at the very same moment I am excited for everything to come and thankful for a winter season that has been deeply highlighted by love, laughter, and friends who have become family.

As the sun sank deeper and deeper, turning the sky into a mosaic of colors, my thoughts finally quieted and I just watched. Watched and relaxed, embracing the silence in my overactive brain. I laid my head back against the couch and confirmed our rain check with one simple word.

“Tomorrow”.

With the final decision of “tomorrow” having been made, we three settled deeper into our cozy woolens, some with a glass of wine, others with a steaming mug of tea, and cheersed each other from the quiet of our respective homes; thankful for our thoughts, for our successes and failures, and for our beautiful little mountain community.

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