Vail - If you died today, you'll wish you
would have done it
If you have a week, start exploring every inch of
the bowls and of Blue Sky Basin. You will never feel so alive. I
started my trip with a lift ride over runs that looked as if
they had about an inch of snow and grass peeking out through the
ice crystals. Vail with very little snow is depressing.
- 5289 Acres of Pure Fun - 7 Back
- Nearly a third of its runs are
groomed every night
- Blue Sky Basin - It's a little
slice of heaven
- Pretentious people wearing fur
- The Price - A huge mountain has a
huge price tag
- Blue Sky Basin - 645 acres that is
nowhere near civilization
- The Back Bowls - 6 miles wide and a
couple thousand feet deep, can you imagine it?
- 127 trails on the front side alone with
every terrain imaginable.
- 14 high speed lifts
- Do you love to eat? The Vail Village
offers incredible meals
- DO you love to drink? The apres scene is
famous for getting you to the lift line three hours late
- Ice skating at night or strolling through
the village it's a good place for the family.
- It is expensive so be prepared to cut the
cards when you get home
Guide Review - Vail - If you died today,
you'll wish you would have done it
Imagine yourself on a huge mountain that has very
little snow, so much possibility yet so little opportunity to
make turns. I spent most of the day listening to the crunch of
my skis making contact with the stuff that pours out of the
The runs were quick and satisfying for an
early season ski day but deep within my soul I felt the need to
be bitter. After an afternoon of prayer and pandering to the
local bartenders I awoke to the storm that had been promised by
every local I met. Of course, they had filled me with enough
fluids and food in the Vail village to put me into a coma.
When I finally took a look out my window in
the Lionshead village I temporarily lost it. I felt the urge to
race out and get in a few turns. I had to compose myself and
ready my body for what turned out to be four days of
increasingly lighter snow. Making turns in fresh snow that hugs
your thighs like a chocolate shake is as close to floating
without dropping into the water. The snow carried me from turn
to turn just as warm Caribbean currents would move a castaway
lost at sea.
I was lost in a sea of gladed bowls and epic
face shots. I can only hope that you find yourself in Vail
immediately after a huge storm. You may never recover from the
emotional scare that it places right next to your heart. You
will never look at another mountain the same way.