Masses of snow in Snowmass

What I love about my husband is his spontaneity and ability to come up with fabulous things to do at the drop of a hat. What I don't love about my husband is his complete inability to plan more than ten minutes in advance. (My apologies to the three branches of the family trying to get summer plans out of us at the moment...)

But back to the lovable part. Last weekend Nick said, "Let's go to Snowmass," and we did. After playing hockey in a tournament on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights, I joined my family skiing all day Saturday and Sunday. My legs were done by Monday.

So much fun though!!

Don't slide! Driving between Silverton and Ouray on slick roads is not for the faint of heart.

These are the blue runs; on Saturday we had to head to blacks for powder... 

But it snowed all night and by Sunday there was deep stuff everywhere. Woohoo!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................................