Dude, Where’s My Oxygen?

View from the balcony.

One thing about going from sea level to 8,800 feet, you feel it (tiredness, light headedness). So we always take a day to get acclimated and get rentals arranged/skis tuned/fridge stocked. Colorado winters will spoil you. Even though the temperature is in the high 20’s, it’s comfortable walking around in just a sweater, due to the dryness of the air. The forecast for the week is promising almost spring skiing conditions.

Wandering around Beaver Creek Village, I can’t help but be reminded of some of my blogger friends.

Belle, this guy (who is a has been a fixture here in the afternoons for at least the last 15 years) shares your love of Trachten style, though takes it quite literally. The kids love him. Right after I took the picture below, he began playing Beethoven’s 9th on that horn.

I saw this pillow at Gorsuch, which reminded me of La Belette Rouge and her adorable puppy, Lily.
And also at Gorsuch, a sign to make Wendy B. swoon:

In a little while we’re off to check out “Disco Night” at the ice rink (no we don’t skate, we just sip hot cocoa and watch), and then back to the condo to cook up a big ol’ batch of turkey spaghetti. Tomorrow, it’s up with the sun to hit the slopes!

Later this week, weather permitting, I’ll be meeting Rita from Goldivas!
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