LIfe at High Altitude in Colorado

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

-Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (1927-1989)

Monday, January 24, 2011

Let It Snow! My World

In an average year Breckenridge accumulates about 300" of snow.
So far this year, 294" have fallen. We are well on our way to a record snow season.

Early morning ski run
Consistent frigid temperatures have prevented the snow from melting.
Below zero temperatures also mean that we need to be constantly aware of frostbite.

Frigid Dawn
Last week, even though I wore goggles and a fleece gaiter to protect my neck and face, the skin on my cheeks froze while downhill skiing. First, the skin turns white. When rewarmed, it forms a red patch or lesion. Now, several days later, the dead skin is flaking off.  My frostbite was superficial, so new skin is forming at the site. No permanent harm was done.

Grandson with protective mask and avalanche shovel
However, since then, I've worn a face mask that makes me look like Hannibal Lector. Not a smidgeon of skin is showing! We must also be aware of the cold when the Grandchildren play in the snow and ski. Sometimes small children don't know that their extremities and skin are freezing until it's too late.

Buried in snow!
Snow and cold are gifts to those of us that love winter sports. We choose to live at high altitude and learn to deal with the dangers posed by winter. Snow often accumulates well into May. There are years I don't see bare ground around my house until after Memorial Day. I must admit, that by the end of April, I begin longing for spring.

Chilly Sunset
Until then, however, let it snow!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

No Friends (On a Powder Day)

Two days of snow - 30" by morning.
Drifts thigh-high,
I was ready:

I had rented Powder Skis

I checked at first light:

Lottsa snow!
Let's go!

But, first, some digging out.

(I supervised.)

Peak 8, Breckenridge Ski Area
My fat skis had "rockers,"
new technology to keep them
from diving in the deep snow.
All the ski bums in town were out -
me included.

Bob on Gondola
You've heard the saying:
No friends on a powder day!
Well, Pop Pop and I managed to stay together.
Grammy was rocking down the mountain.
My smile was so wide,
the cold air started hurting my teeth!
We're back home.
I returned my rocking skis.

Afghan by my Blog friend, Ebie
I'm back to using this rocker!

Yippee for Powder Days!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Give Thanks

On a day like this
Ten Mile Range
When blue skies beckon
We'll cross country ski.
Follow Fox's tracks.
Enter the pristine forest.
Spooky Woods
Trees creak and groan in the wind.
Octopus tree allows us to pass.
Glitter falls from trees.
Breathe the icy air and feel alive.
Wherever you are:
Be still and give thanks.

I appreciate your visit.
I've started a new Blog:
One Good Thing
If you have the time and inclination,
have a look.
I share a brief happening each day that makes me happy.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Deep Freeze - My World

We don't complain about cold and snow in Breckenridge.
(Well - maybe in May we will!)

Winter alternates between snow storms

and frigid blue-sky days.

The town plow makes a mountain in front of our house.

My son buries himself as he digs a snow cave.

The children think it would be fun to sleep outside in it.
They talk of having a candle so they can see after dark.

But, by nightfall, they're glad for the cozy house.
They do homework and puzzles.

We all dream of fresh powder for the morning.

video
Bob skiing in new snow.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Peace and Quiet

We had the 3 oldest Grandchildren for a few days.
Pop Pop is returning them home.
They resume school tomorrow.
(Though Ben would prefer to ski.)
Whenever they leave, I do a little jig in the driveway.
I sing the "Peace and Quiet" song.
They wave and laugh and blow kisses.
It's something they expect: Grammy's joke
(sometimes Jack's afraid I'll forget, so he reminds me.)
Grammy with Jack ,Ben, and Amanda - Breckenridge Ski Area
Now, I have a fire lit.
Candles are burning.
It's so quiet.
Perfectly silent.

The tall lodgepoles are blowing.
Snow is falling in clumps off the branches.
I see fox and moose tracks.

It's frigid outside.
Inside I'm cozy.
I anticipate the gift of evening:

Soup simmering on the stove.
A book on Happiness my son recommended.
Shadows deepening.
Tea (and maybe a treat).
Finally, sleep.

Tomorrow, I'll spend the day with a friend.
But tonight - blessed solitude.
Peace and Quiet!