Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column with one foot in the mud.We mean that figuratively, not literally. (Unless of course, we’re navigating through the Corporate Suites’ parking lot – then we’re generally waist deep in mud.)With two of Summit’s ski resorts celebrating their closing days over the weekend, we know that the end is near for one of the best snow seasons on record in Colorado. Frankly, we’re sad to see it go, knowing full well that we could have two reconstructed knees and be an established Over The Hill Gang member by the time we get another winter of such epic proportions.
We know, plenty of opportunities to capture great snow remain on the horizon: The vast backcountry beckons, skins take the place of chairlifts and good ol’ A-Basin stays open until they are good and ready to close. But we all know that when the big daddies of ski areas start shutting down, minds tend to drift toward biking, hiking and golf.So before the unpredictable mud season weather has us concocting schemes to take a month off of work and escape to the Caribbean, we reflect on a winter season that often had us as giddy as kids on Christmas morning.There was the day spent in Vail’s secluded Mongolia Bowl, where run after run was met with fresh tracks, deep powder and new interesting lines. The hour-long trek to what really does seem like Mongolia proved to be well worth the time spent getting there.An almost-too-narrow tree run at Copper on an early season powder day served up plenty of laughs as our buddy who was back on skis after a 10-year hiatus biffed it around every corner, and proceeded to spend 20 minutes collecting his gear and spitting out mouthfuls of snow after each powder-padded yard sale.
Just when the High Country was in the middle of a dreaded dry spell, Mother Nature came through and pounded Wolf Creek with 100 inches in a week. We couldn’t resist. By far some of the best turns of the season thanks to the Oklahoma and Texas tourists who rarely venture off the beaten path, leaving all the goodies to those who are willing to do a little exploring.It’s moments like these (and the Eenie Weenie Bikini contest) that really make finding a way to live in the High Country worth the expensive rent, the occasional bitter cold days and the mountain wages. ***Here we were sitting at work Easter Sunday morning, wallowing in self-pity because nobody gave us any candy, chocolates or even hard-boiled eggs for the holiday, when lo and behold we realized the nice gals over at tellmegirlfriend.com had sent us a press package complete with pink M & Ms and chocolate lips. We quickly passed over the press release and gobbled up the sweets thinking about our good luck.
That’s the thing about working in the fast-paced, action-packed world of journalism. Free swag. Mind you, most of the time, it’s neither edible nor practicable. A few months back, a toothbrush that lights up for a full minute to indicate how long one should scrub their teeth ended up on our desk. We sure could’ve used that one Sunday after spending the morning inhaling chocolate.We have to say, the ploy usually works to some extent. In between M & Ms we found ourselves logging on to tellmegirlfriend.com. To our surprise, it wasn’t an indecent chat room, but instead offered insight to professional, internet-savvy women on hip products. Although the ladies’ idea doesn’t exactly fit the Summit County demographic, we still enjoyed their chocolates. Thanks, girlfriends.***It’s Monday, and we’re out dusting off our mountain bikes and cleaning our golf clubs. Drop us a line at email@example.com or leave us a message at (970) 668-3998, ext. 13600.
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