I finally made it to Beaver Creek this weekend, a pretty swanky resort in Colorado, that I've been excited about visiting ever since I heard you get free chocolate chip cookies at 3 o'clock. It was a beautiful day too, clear skies and fresh snow, you can't complain about that.
I made a 6 or 7 year old friend on the first ski lift. She was wearing head-to-toe pink, which I loved, and had little flower pedals on the bottom of her ski poles. Pretty much the cutest thing I saw all day. We started chatting and she told me about the kid adventure areas, marked with a smilie face on the map, so my goal was to seek those out later in the day. I mean, she really talked them up.
...and they were my favorite runs. We skied through teepee's and deserted "cities" and long tunnels, all over moguls through the trees in which I laughed and laughed as I sloppily bumped along. I realized quickly she was probably a much better skiier than I am!
And before we knew it, it was 3pm. That's cookie time.
Pure enjoyment, can't you tell?
I ended the day standing in the middle of the Ritz Carlton, looking for any celebrities. I took about 10 steps inside the massive lodge and fell, legs flailing in the air, right on my booty. It was awesome. And by awesome, I mean really embarrassing. I was sad Camille Grammer and her housewife friends were not around because I know they would have helped me off the floor and my debut on Bravo would have been a classy one, obviously.