[su_heading size=”18″]A Family Trip to Beaver Creek[/su_heading]
When I was a teenager I was introduced to Beaver Creek by my parents. My father, who was his happiest when shushing and yodeling down ski slopes, loved to ski the wide groomed runs of Beaver Creek, known as North Americas World Cup Mountain.
Beaver Creek is also known for being kid friendly:
With a slogan that says, “Beaver Creek, Not Exactly Roughing It,” I felt compelled to follow suit with my father and take my children there. The trip was originally planned for the winter but was canceled due to the boulder that fell in Glenwood Canyon and so we went a few weekends ago instead, on Baddy and my 12th anniversary.
We walked into our spacious three-bedroom condo at The Charter and Thumper, with my memories embedded in his chromosomes, said that it felt like Vermont. He was right too, the condo made you want to hunker down in front of the wood burning fireplace and play card games while drinking hot chocolate. The boys scurried around exploring like little chipmunks. They were elated that they had an upstairs where they could escape from parental supervision, until bedtime came around where Axel snuck quietly into my bed as I lay there reading in my silk negligee, hopeful for an overdue romantic rendezvous with Baddy. “Oh well, such is life,” I thought as I put on my sweats and t-shirt and spooned up to my sweet little boy. Baddy fell asleep with the boys upstairs.
In the morning I was drinking my coffee and gazing out of the window at the leaves of the Aspen Trees shimmering gold, remembering a similar day twelve years ago when I pledged my vows to Baddy, when my little Hootie-Hoo sleepily came down the stairs just like a little Who character out of a Dr. Seuss book. Instead of a teddy bear dangling from his hand, he was holding a coloring book and crayons that he had excitedly pulled out of our welcome bag the night before. He snuggled into my lap and said, “When I woke up I looked all around myself and said ‘what the,'” an expression learned from his older brothers.
When the rest of the crew awoke we descended to The Terrace Restaurant at the hotel for a breakfast buffet. Baddy and I served up a heaping plate of eggs benedict on an English muffin and fresh fruit while the boys poured pre-made batter into the available waffle iron. I tasted their maple syrup to make sure that it wasn’t a horrible imitation, and was transported back to a snow cave in Vermont eating homemade Vermont Maple Syrup snow popsicles with my sisters.
We gathered the boys together and took the chairlift up the mountain to have lunch at the Spruce Saddle Lodge and to play in the fabricated ghost town nestled in the trees.
We ate outside with the majestic Gore Range looming in the distance and devoured our enormous grilled chicken sandwiches with generous helpings of grilled vegetables on top.
After lunch we want on a jeep tour with High Mountain Adventure. As we slowly climbed up the jeep road into the high alpine I thought that my particular family would have better enjoyed a tour on mountain bikes, racing on single track through the golden leaves but the children enjoyed the historical stories told by our guide Derek and Baddy got a chance to scope out the Stone Creek Chutes, “Try to get a writing gig in the winter,” he whispered to me as he stared at the plethora of signs warning away novice skiers.
That evening we walked up to the village of Beaver Creek and had a celebratory anniversary dinner at the Italian restaurant, Toscanini. The food was tasty and the casual atmosphere perfect for the children and best of all, it was perfectly situated in front of the ice skating rink. Baddy and I actually dined in peace, enjoying Chef Michael Izbicki’s authentic Italian food while watching the children skate outside. We joined the kids later after a few congratulatory drinks and skated under the open sky. Filled with wine induced bliss, I held hands with the boys and skated around the rink as their father became a champion ice hockey player, in his own mind. Thankfully he didn’t break any bones but he came close. I felt lucky to be ice skating in the Fall and began to mentally plan a voyage to discover all of the other ice skating rinks around the world.
That night as we went to bed exhilarated from a perfect family day I thought about what a wonderful anniversary gift my friends at Beaver Creek had given to me and my family and I couldn’t wait to share it with all of you so that you can make your plans to visit as well some day.
(me in Vail as a teenager, modeling for a student photo shoot)
9 thoughts on “A Family Trip to Beaver Creek”
I was wondering where my Isagenix coach disappeared to for the weekend?! Heather and I have been stocking you!
The foliage is beautiful, does remind me of Vermont. Sounded like a perfect family weekend. Envious that i do not have weekends like this with my children.
OK…you woke up and had COFFEE!!! Is that allowed?? Can I have coffee???? But with coffee, comes doughnuts! Can I have a doughnut?! Ha Ha. as if I would touch a doughnut to lips (I would only attack a child for his animal crackers!!!)
The food you ate does not seem Isagenix friendly!? Sounds yummy and amazing and FILLING! What all our Isagenix groupies want to know, did you gain any weight eating normally? My experience has been no. Just have to be careful.
Of course I seem I am only focused on the food, which I am, but am very interested and loved hearing about Beaver Creek and your families adventure
Oh Mouse, you so make me laugh. As I was writing this I knew I would hear from you about the food but I didn’t feel it appropriate to include a little line that said, “Don’t worry Melanie, I’m not overdoing it,” in one of my reviews. FYI: I haven’t gained any weight.
That’s what I love about Isagenix, you can eat and drink and resort back to the program after you indulge. Why wouldn’t you do it???
I love you!!
My favorite place on earth! I love it year round – we always go for smores at 4pm at the Hyatt and the kids just run like crazy…. ah!
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Hi Fiona, did I miss you when you came up here? It’s been a whirlwind of chaos around here.
Smores @ 4, I’ll have to put that in my file for the next time we visit Beaver Creek.
The way you capture scenery and people is fantastic! I wish I had you along on our road trip along the Oregon coast. The scenery is stunning, and I did not do it justice.
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Peryl, don’t sell yourself short. You are a wonderful writer, just give it a try.
BTW: I’m still mustering up the courage to write that piece for your blog…
Beauty all around! Before I forget, you should be writing for travelbelles.com I don’t know if they pay at this point, but Margo is a blog friend.
Great meeting you this year–even if it was way too short. Your writing and your life are so inspiring.
It is wonderful to see a ski resort during the off months, it is GORGEOUS! It sounds like a fantastic weekend for the family and congrats on the anniversary. 🙂
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Yes, come to Seattle and visit! And yes, I am looking forward to your post – send it over whenever you’re ready!
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