Well, Colorado is a long way away. A long way away. In fact, it's the furthest I've ever driven in my life. The amusing part is that Jane didn't want to drive because she was too scared to be on the other side of the road when actually it was way more dangerous to have me driving 8 hours flat in the dark. There were some amusing parts: the best one being followed by the disco lights, aka the Colorado police. "91 mph officer? I was sure I was doing 85. What's the speed limit here?"..... Probably closely followed by having to run around a car park at 2.30am in an effort to stay awake. We made it though.
Vail is so faux European. I don't know why they've done it like that instead of celebrating their Colorado mining heritage. There are fake Austrian guesthouses, French delis, furs - and lots of rich, obnoxious guests. It's also huge, huge, huge. Just full of wide sweeping runs in the big bowls and also lots of good tree skiing in amongst aspens. Great snow. It just dumped it for two days as you can see. The schools in Eagle County were closed for the first time in 48 years today and the I70 to Denver too. It was back to back trucks for miles on the east side as we headed out west and home over the desert.
So great to see Jesse. He was such a good host. I said to him this morning that when you travel, you meet people you really like and never expect to see them again. And yet here we were, in his condo in Vail. Here we are at the bus stop. Russ, he's grown a dodgy tache. You need to have a word. 
