Today, we awoke to the welcome sight of snow. Snow everywhere. We ate breakfast, took the gondola to the top of the mountain, and were pleased to find half-a-foot of fresh powder awaiting us. There's nothing like powder skiing; it doesn't matter how experienced you are, you're either good at it or you're not. But there's a certain rhythm that comes with powder that you can't get from any other conditions.
We stopped in for lunch at The Great Room, the mediocre restaurant at the Peaks hotel. At least one good thing came out of it, though:
Then it was back to the slopes until about three, yesterday the visibility was little to none, but today, surprisingly, it wasn't bad. I'm not the best skier in the world, but I'm fairly experienced (we've skied Vail, Beaver Creek, Lake Louise, and Mont Tremblant in the past), and I can honestly say that this was possibly the best day of skiing of my life.
We headed to the hotel for a shower and a hot Toddy, and then went to town. There are two places to stay in Telluride: the Mountain village (a fairly Intrawest-y place that's all new, where we stayed last year), or Telluride proper, an old mining town with history, character, and restaurants. The town is great. We didn't have too much time, but we stopped in a shop with handmade hats and boots.
The boots were customizable...
You can choose from a variety of heights, styles, and materials. The basket below contains just some of the options.
Still foggy!
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