Though I can't begrudge the lovely icy hillsides back home who taught me fabulous survival techniques that could keep out a -20 degree day, Mammoth has really been the only actual Mountain I've ever skied. So, I was excited to get out a little and Vail didn't disappoint. There could have been more snow, but what lacked in base depth Vail certainly made up for in size - I will never doubt the distance from one end of a back bowl to the bathroom across it after two gatorades again.
What was not super far away was our condo, thanks to the wonders of one Mr. Woods. We stayed in a gorgeous place overlooking the whole village AND right over a fabulous open late pizza joint. And when the day finally ends, what better way to relax than in a rooftop hot tub?
We did get one day of powder - all 6 inches of it while multiple feet were falling back home - but I have to say it was the lightest fluffiest stuff I've ever seen. No Sierra cement to be found :)
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