This past weekend we met my family in Breckenridge for the weekend.
When we arrived in town we drove under the gondolas that were headed up the ski slopes, all devoid of snow of course. We told Payton to look up. What she saw was kids. From then on all she cared about doing was, “Ride with kids in sky.” We did “ride with kids in sky” on the gondola and took a fast ride down the Alpine Slide. (An Alpine Slide is a cemented slide in which you ride down on sleds with wheels.) You can control your speed with a lever, which is attached to rubber brakes. Justin wasn’t too fond of that aspect, ironically he was stuck behind a teenage boy the entire trip down. I just figure it was God’s protection shining down on my daughter who was on the sled with him. One trip was enough for us all, and maybe even too much at that. At a steep $15 a pop (to ride down a hill on a plastic sled), we were quickly reminded that we were in the ski resort town of Breckenridge, CO. There was not a good deal to be had in sight.
We spent time in the condo relaxing, enjoying the view of the mountaintops, and playing with the kids. We spent too much time eating mom’s fabulous fare. We strolled in and out of the shops along Main Street, where I found the most delicious cookies! These cookies brought back memories of Mrs. Fields cookie shop that used to be located in the Paradise Valley Mall in Phoenix. Those good ole college days when I could down two large chocolate chip cookies dipped in milk chocolate and gain nary a pound. The cookies at the Breckenridge cookie shop would have been competition.
While downtown we bought Jeremiah a shirt that says, “I still live with my parents.” =) Just wanted everyone to know he hasn’t grown up and moved out yet.
If you stuck with it long enough, thanks for reading about our short adventure to the top of the mountain. Until next time….