On Wednesday afternoon, I drove from the San Rafael Desert to the Benson's new place in Alma, Colorado. I've not seen Sandy or Chris in at least two years, so it was great to catch-up and to get some of Mrs. B's cooking. Benson's favorite place to ski is Breckenridge. He has at least 100 days there (maybe a thousand), so he is the perfect tour guide. We covered the whole mountain on Thursday looking for those creamy sun-warmed shots. And finding them. My legs were tired by 3 or 3:30 and both of us were ready for a beer and a shrimp taco.
Friday was a different story. After stopping at the County Fairgrounds so that Benson could get his vaccine at the Swine Barn (wait, what kind of vaccine was that?), we continued to Monarch Mountain. Monarch is one of those compact, older, more-independent ski resorts, with a small parking lot and a bunch of fixed-grip doubles. It is very nice. I like it quite a bit. Beautiful terrain, too. Unfortunately, on this day, despite the bright sun, we never found spring conditions. The snow refused to thaw and we could find nothing but hard-pack or frozen chicken-heads. I'm not too picky but, by 2:30, even I was starting to say, "Let's check out the Elevation Brewery down in Salida." So we did. Pictures HERE.
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