The last bit of winter

After a balmy February here in the 757, it would make sense that March would be equally as nice and spring-esque. False. It has been in the 30s and rainy recently which is my least favorite kind of weather. You may be wondering why it's midday on a weekday and I'm blogging. Well, not only is the weather lame, I'm feeling under it. So here I am sitting on the couch, telling you about life.

Allow me to shrug off the sick day blues to tell you about a great weekend. Hannah's parents live in Colorado, one of my favorite states. They also live about an hour from some of the best skiing on the planet. They were kind enough to allow Hannah and I and a few friends to stay there for a few days in order to get a chance to shred that gnar. And who can complain about awesome people fixing breakfast every morning? Thanks Hannah's parents. Ok back to skiing. According to the locals, conditions were terrible. I thought they were amazing. Getting into the mountains and looking at God's creation always makes me speechless. Just the drive to the slopes was awesome. Head to the top lift at 12,500 feet and just look around. It wasn't the lack of oxygen that took my breath away. Sorry, that was cheesy, but it was gorgeous. If it weren't for the great slopes I could have stood up there all day. I've never skied so hard that my legs were sore, but after 3 days of trying not to fall down a mountain and being only mildy successful, they were. In addition to skiing, I was able to do other fun things. We went to a bluegrass concert, walked around Telluride taking in the crazy locals (I think drugs are pretty popular there), and even getting to taste some microbrews. I met a guy on the ski lift who, after offering me a taste of Rum, sat down with my group. While we were eating sandwiches, he just rolled up a fatty and went to town, right there in public. Maybe I'm sheltered, but that caught me off guard. Anyway, it was a "mountaintop" experience, haha. Ok puns are over, enjoy the pictures.