There are days like this when I’m convinced all I’d ever need to ski is Beaver Creek. The mountain skied big and soft all day from Bachelor Gulch, Grouse, Birds of Prey all the way to the limits of Stone Creek Chutes. Not a wait in any line.
And as always, being asked so often by so many of the staff if there is something else they can do or be of service reminds me of:
The Olympic favorites: Betsy, Trekchick, RachelV, Philpug & me:
A soft warm up for all after lunch at Spruce Saddle:
And what's a white Rose Bowl background without some skittles for contrast :)
The Beav showed well!