Breckenridge

In March, Hubbie and I went to Colorado.  Well actually our trip was a Christmas present from my sister and her husband.  I love presents!!  We flew into Denver and then headed up to where they live in Fort Collins.  We spent a day there and then traveled on to Breckenridge for several days of skiing.  

Hubbie and the nephews.  We went on a little walk to the reservoir they live near.  The boys (Hubbie included) spent the time throwing rocks into the water and trying to hit objects in the water. 

Hunter, oldest nephew.

We had a blast in Breckenridge.  We did a lot of skiing.  I was so impressed with how the boys did.  They would get their skis in the pizza position and off they went.  No fear, just went.  They skied what we skied.  If we skied blues, they would ski blues.  We mostly spent our time on the blues.  Hubbie and Rob, my sister's husband, went off and did some black diamonds one day.  Hunter even did a black diamond.  You go Hunter!

 

Here we are! Younger sister on the left, me, Hubbie, Rob, and Older sister.  Hunter and Colton are in the front.

Random moment:  I was hanging out with my younger sister a couple of months ago and she introduced me to some of her friends.  That's not the random or weird thing.  How she introduced me took me back.  She introduced me as the middle sister.  I don't know if I have some kind of complex, but I didn't want to be called the middle sister.  When we were done, I asked her if she could refer to me as something different.  She said, "What should I call you."  I didn't have an answer, but not the middle sister.  Guess my whole life I have never had to think about it.  I have a younger and an older sister.  They on the other hand have either 2 older sisters or 2 younger sister and so to differentiate between us for birth order sakes, I am the middle sister.  Just threw me for a loop.  Random, I know, but hey didn't know if anyone else out there had a weird middle sister complex like me.  

 

Back to skiing.  As with all trips taken with Hubbie, there is a story.  One day, we went off skiing by ourselves.  The group went in for lunch and we went over to another hill/mountain.  As we are riding up the chairlift, Hubbie is surveying the slopes for a good run for us to go down.  We are looking at the map.  So, Hubbie picks this nice long blue run.  From some previous runs earlier, I noticed the one he wanted to do (I thought) had some moguls on them.  Note to reader:  I don't do moguls...They really just make me want to cry or pee in my pants.  So I relay the above thought to Hubbie who assures me there are no moguls.  Off we go.  Lo and behold...moguls.   After several, "Oh no, Oh no, Oh no" moments, I arrived safely at the bottom and without falling down.  Still cannot believe I escaped this alive!

A view from on top of one of the mountains at Breckenridge.  Beautiful!

Thanks family for a great time!