By the time we had our skis, it was time for Ski-instructor me to teach the others how to make it down the hill. After some painful lessons about the importance of stopping and turning, I took a few real runs down higher slopes to give some practice time. It was wonderful to be back in Colorado skiing, an especially nice surprise for me.
The final run of the day was a horribly prolonged trip down "Wrangler." Nancy was definitely the fastest learner of the pack, dawn Made great turns for a while, but couldn't quite Master the getting up after a fall. Nevertheless, we made it to the end 0f the run
okay, now the next day (2 fallowing the actual events) So, by the end of the long green.,the place was closed so we returned our skis in a much speedier fashion than the rental. I ran up to get a postcard for the family to gloat that I Skiied in Colorado when they didn't.
By this point, I hadn't eaten a meal since Valentínos. This coupled with the wind, altitude, sun without sunscreen, and everything else ended up with a headache for me.
we tried to find the Mexican Restaurant in Frisco that we went to with Jim a few years ago to no avail. Then we stopped at a Ford dealership to fix the wipers. Some incompetent kid couidn't solve the problem so we forged onward.
Tylenol and sleep bided me to a nice Mexican place, Dos Hombres, ín Grand Junction with incredibly fast service.
a couple of hours of driving and we were to our First night of Camping. we picked tent at an RV park in Utah which had Fine shower facilities and provided a hike place to sleep.