Among the perks of attending CU includes the ability to pack up at any point and head to the mountains in search of adventure. This morning, my roommate Philip and I, following an unannounced snowstorm Wednesday and Thursday, skiied up at Loveland and made it back to campus in time for afternoon classes. The stereotypical "Boulder" experience certainly never disappoints.
Loveland serves as an intermediary between the mega-resorts of Summit County and the metropolis sprawl of the Front Range. An hour of driving from Boulder leaves one at the entrance of the Eisenhower Tunnel and Loveland Pass, reached via a twisting road high above the interstate. Despite being a native, I have unfortunately failed to ski many of the state's ski areas during my life, and until today I had never set a boot upon the Loveland grounds. Famous for its chutes and wide swaths of hikable terrain, the impression I had received of Loveland over the years carried somewhat of a cult persona. However, after this beautiful Friday in the high country, I am proud to have experienced the love present on its slopes.
The day broke in a low cloud, and driving up I-70 a gloomy few hours appeared to be in store. Funny though; as soon as we strapped on our boots, Phil and I were treated to classic dazzling Colorado sunshine accompanied by a cloudless, azure sky. Thankfully there was not a hint of wind, and despite cold temperatures, the conditions were absolutely prime. Another advantage of skiing early Friday morning was the absence of any crowds, and it felt like we had the expansive mountain to ourselves. It was as perfect a day one could ask for; eight inches of new powder on a gorgeous Colorado day. The refreshing aura of nature, the wind rushing across my frozen face, and great laughs made for an ideal reward for completing a week filled with midterms and stress. I look forward to (hopefully) many similar days to come.
Until next time,