We went to Vail this week. We seem to go there fairly regularly! This was the first time I toured it by sled, though. I highly recommend it.
Oh, but you need to have an awesome sled, and one of these to pull you around on that awesome sled:
That is a giant snowflake!
I love Vail. And my sled. And snow. And my mom.
I am that girl who plays in fountains in Vail while wearing her shirt from Nantucket. It’s a great life.
This weekend, Dad rode his bike to the top of multiple mountain passes and across a finish line. Mom and I are so proud of him.
Loveland Pass.
Vail Pass. (Mom drove us in the car to meet him and cheer him on.)
Finish Line.
We love our smelly bike riding dad.
Last weekend we went away for a snowy weekend in the mountains.
So much snow fell overnight. It made our drive long but our morning sparkly.
I love when everyone else has to walk but I get to be pulled in my sled.
It was perfect snow for making snowballs.... and eating.
A trip to the mountains is incomplete without an afternoon in Vail.
The best view of any mountain town is from the shoulders of a dad.
I love my family, and I love the snowy mountains…. especially if the bright sun is shining on both at the same time!!!
This weekend we all went up to Copper and Vail.
First we waited at a finish line in Copper for Uncle Anders to ride past on his bike.
We clanged these bells at bikers as they finished. I don't know why.
It was exciting when we finally spotted Uncle Anders crossing the finish line.
He biked 78 miles, which is a lot. He let me sit on his bike, but probably only because he was sick of sitting on it.
Then we drove up to Vail to walk around.
Me, dad, Uncle Anders, Grandma, and Grampy! Just walking around Vail.
Mom told me that she and dad had their picture taken at this very spot while they were on their honeymoon.
We stopped for some play time in the water.
The water was quite chilly at first.
There is nothing as refreshing as wading in a mountain stream.
Well, okay, maybe this is just as refreshing as wading in a mountain stream.
On the way home we had dinner at the best pizza joint, ever. It was a perfect ending to a very long good day.
Beau Jo's Pizza. Apparently it is a mountain classic. As am I.
Today was my first Father’s Day. Well, I guess it was dad’s first Father’s Day, too.
We went to Vail and drooled over skis,
I have no clue how to use these things. Mom says you need that white snow stuff first.
and ate at a Little Diner, (which is both the name and the description),
The Little Blogger made an appearance at the Little Diner. So fitting.
and then we hiked on something called a mesa. It was like a big flat table top.
Riding on dad's shoulders. Classic.
Happy First Father’s Day, dad! It was a good day, wasn’t it?