Enjoy the snow

For the 5th time in 5 weeks, Denver is getting pounded with a snowstorm. You've got two choices when faced with this situation. You can whine about having to shovel your driveway, yet again, and complain that the city is doing a crappy job of plowing the roads, or you can enjoy it! I feel like a kid again when it's snowing. I wake up early, subconsciously sensing the early glow brought on by billions of ice crystals reflecting the pre-dawn sunshine, and anxiously jump from bed to see the sublime flakes falling. This morning, I watched a bit of "Thomas and Friends" with Andrew before donning my running gear, including gaiters, gloves, hat, and trail running shoes, and went for a run on green mountain.

Not into running? How about sledding? If you don't like sledding, there's gotta be something wrong with you. There's nothing like zooming down an icy hill at dangerous speeds to bring back fond memories of childhood.

Too cool for sledding? Haul the family up the hills for some skiing or boarding. Yesterday, we trekked up to Breckenridge, visited my brother, and took Andrew skiing. The snowflake lift at Breckenridge exists for the sole purpose of providing ski-in, ski-out access to a bunch of homes and condos. It starts from the edge of town on Four O'Clock road and deposits skiers a ways above the base of Peak 8. From there, you've got perfect green runs for teaching kids how to ski. They don't check lift tickets here, either, so no worries about money.

Andrew was giggling with excitement as we took 3 great runs down the easy slopes here. The faster we went, the bigger his smile got. A think a skier was born yesterday.