We decided to head out to Colorado where we could see our friends Cortney and Bob. So we got to see some of the most beautiful scenery in the country and some of the most beautiful people we know. Double win.
After the longest drive I can remember ever attempting, we landed in Ft. Collins around 8pm on the first night. We were taken to one of the cutest sushi places I've ever been to, and ate ourselves stupid. At least I did. Something about delirium and hunger working together makes for a state of food-drunkenness the likes of which few have ever seen.
The next day, we went shopping for some proper snow gear for the upcoming snowboarding adventure. But first we grabbed lunch at the Rustic Oven. It may have been one of the best cups 'o tomato soup I've ever had. It was also our first photo-op moment.
Oh, and another chance for Tha Cote to take yet another picture of me with a drink in my hand. As is the custom.
We headed out to Breckenridge, with Bob at the wheel so no one died, since he was used to driving the treacherous mountain roads. Although, looking back, he was clearly drunk.
We found this little guy during a pitstop at a Sinclair station. I searched diligently for a "Please do not climb on the dinosaur" sign, and in its absence, we decided it was photo-op-tastic.
Apparently the best pictures were those of us attempting to climb on...Thanks guys.
We dropped our stuff at the hotel, then headed out to forage for dinner. We found ourselves at a place I would love on any day, but were skeptical as to the vegetarian options for our hosts. Thankfully, they had a rockin veggie burger and some kick-ass horsey sauce on the side. Thanks Murphy's. Your Irish Stew was pretty damn tasty, too. A rare moment was also captured on film. This is the preparation for a photo done by every person who has long hair.
And the proper photo that followed.
That evening, we hit up the awesome hot tub, and settled in for some (hopeful) rest before hitting the slopes in the morning. Cortney wasn't feeling her best the next morning, but was quite the trooper, insisting that it was going to be a good damn day, and it would be documented as such.
We booked it over to the rental place and got fitted for our boots and our boards.
But first. We pause to bring you this moose moment.
We squeezed into the car to begin the first true adventure of the day: Operation Where the Hell do we Park.
Gon-Do-La
Cortney and I both learned how to snowboard that day. It was great having another newbie to learn with, so we weren't alone in our we-don't-know-what-we're-doing-ness. We all got in a few good runs, and I'm stoked to go back, now somewhat knowing what I'm doing. It's rare that you learn to do something new like this at this point in your life...usually one gets on the sports and rec bandwagon of choice at a young age. It was great knowing that there's still so much more to do in the world.
We headed back home, stopping Denver to eat at this vegetarian place called Water Course. It was pretty freakin awesome, according to the veggie Reuben. I will say tho...the one you can get at The Old Monk is much better. At least there's one favorite thing I can still get back home.
