You Know What We Need?

With a football game ending in 1:38, people are going to start paying attention again. The Denver airport bar is crowded with Thanksgiving hangovers. A woman orders a sauvignon “blank” behind me but I ignore her and focus on the effect of altitude on my sobriety. It is Mountain Time. My flight to Aspen is actually taking place, we won’t have to drive, so I’m going to pass out on a 45 minute flight and wake up in the realm of Winter.

But it’s not winter, it’s early fall. There was more snow in October. Most of the Obermeyer crew have several days on their tally already, one girl already at eleven days. My boots probably won’t be used and they dented Klaus’s birthday gift. Damn Full Tilts. They were making snow at Buttermilk this morning but the half-pipe is still brown.

It could be the rain I left in Ottawa, or the wind in Chicago, but there is something so calm here. The sun sets behind the Rockies on a beautiful, dry day. The mountains are not looming or intimidating, just big enough to be mountains. I’d call them foothills if anyone was around to listen.

On my own, with dad at the end of phone call, ready for whatever this week will hold. Woody Creek Tavern has a wild boar on their roof that the Hickory House steals from time to time, and the HH has a big bear that those from Woody Creek take when they can. Aspen has thumbing stations, strategically placed near the exits of the main street. I love Colorado. My body does not though. Nosebleeds are so sexy. As long as I don’t leak on the new adult line, we’ll make a penny yet.