February 14, 2009

Snowmobiles, tubes, hair

It's official.

I'm beat.

I need to go home; I need to get sleep.

We're all exhausted and tomorrow will probably do us in. We have our last day of skiing and then we're off to get back home.

This morning my husband was well enough to make up yesterday's ski lesson. He says he is worse skiing than he was from the last one, but I told him it doesn't matter. All that matters is that we can all eventually do Green Slopes, the easiest, and to just enjoy ourselves.

That's it.

He got back and we went to a place called the Saddleback Ranch where we went snowmobiling and snow tubing.

Let me state first that they are FANTASTIC and if you're in the area, this is the place to go. Its acres and acres and so well run. The folks are warm, friendly, and love people.

They have all sorts of stuff from sleigh rides to winter horseback riding and they are a full running ranch with cattle etc.

Very cool.

As for snowmobiling, I think we're all in agreement as a family that it was a 'been there/done that' moment. We for the most part enjoyed it, but never want to do it again.

Until I got the hang of it, I frickin' HATED it.

Keep in mind, I've not hated anything I've done here. I've been beat to hell, hauling kids all over as my husband has been so sick, and never once have I thought, "I hate this."

But today, we were 30 minutes into it, we had all stopped, and my husband said to me, "How are you doing?" and I replied, "I hate this very much."

Honestly, there were two things that made it a good experience, one was how beautiful it was out there in the middle of the ranch, and the other was our guides.

I cannot say enough about the two guys who took us around. My husband and I each drove and had a kid on the back and Ringo rode with one of the guides.

Good Lord. Wonderful men. Funny, warm, never condescending, encouraging, and when one of them asked me about 40 minutes into it what my biggest fears were, I replied, "In order, that I'll kill my son, kill me, or wreck this machine."

He said, 'You're not going to kill your son, you won't kill yourself, and you won't wreck the machine. We won't let that happen."

And for some reason... I believed him and it was much better after that.

But really, the machines are heavy and it is a lot for me to manage, to turn took a full body effort, and my hands are too small to keep working that gas on the right handle.

It was just really too exhausting. I think if I were a much bigger person, it would be different.

Two thumbs up though, for their snowmobiliing tour. If you're going to do it, you need to do it with them. Family run, great people, beautiful land.

But then we went snow tubing and THAT was fantastic.

HOLY CRAP.

If you ever get the chance, go snow tubing. It was cold, but we had an absolute blast.

I took pictures and will download when we get home, but we all laughed the entire time.

Even my husband, who was absolutely dragging ass tired, laughed as we barreled down the tubing slopes.

Absolute blast.

Tomorrow we are up to do our last day of skiing. I'm trying to figure out how I'll force myself awake. I am absolutely beat.

And the cold here in Colorado is different than the Southern cold or the NE cold or Chicago cold. It doesn't feel... so cold.

Odd. I know.

But it doesn't feel as bitterly nasty cold. Chicago has that nasty wicked wind. Midwest cold is just bone chilling. Southern cold too... it is wet. It just seems to... cut deep.

But Colorado cold it is drier and its actually a comfortable cold.

Does that make sense?

I still could not live here, although the folks I've met have been the nicest people you could want to meet, they take kindness and hospitality to another level (I'm talking locals as well as the folks who just came in to work and ski), and it is gorgeous... but... it is too cold for me.

Ringo wants to live in Colorado. I told him I'd come visit. He said, "You'll only come visit so you can go skiing!" and I grinned.

He said, "I like my hair here better...".

I hope he isn't basing his life choices on his hair. Heh.

Posted by Boudicca at February 14, 2009 11:50 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Yep - it's dry there, they just don't have that humidity that cause the cold to cut through you. Of course it's different up here in the Northeast too... not nearly as cuttingly cold as Chicago. But I'd take the Chicago cold if I could live in the city - there's so much to do there. LOL.

I'm glad you're having such a great time. I'm glad your husband had a chance to get out today with all of you. You all seem to take the best vacations. I never learned how to do that. Heh.

Posted by: Teresa at February 15, 2009 12:23 AM

My daughter Rachael has her summer job in Colorado this year, working for an opera company in Boulder (I think that's where). I've been before, and I know the scenery is going to take her breath away.

Posted by: Ted at February 15, 2009 08:13 AM

when we first moved to Denver, it was so dry, the tips of each of my fingers split open. I remember having to lube up my hands every night and wear socks on them, trying to get them moisturized. That was in 3rd grade.

It's very dry there.

I'm so envious of your vacation.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at February 15, 2009 11:49 AM

Bou,
I'm happy you enjoyed your time in the Yampa Valley. That is what all of ColoradoUSED to be about!

Sad to say, most of the Front Range, from the Wyoming border up north to well past Colorado Springs in the south...and all the way up the Interstate 70 corridor to Glenwood Springs has been turned topsy-turvy with the mad influx of folks mostly from the two coasts....California and the Mid-Atlantic.

The Metro-Denver urban corridor is nothing more now than a smaller version of the Los Angeles Basin.

Y'all picked the best!

I'll e-mail you with some good links for summer treats for the family....and especially kids.

Posted by: Sven in Colorado at February 15, 2009 01:14 PM

Your comment about dry cold being warmer makes perfect sense. I grew up in the Southwest. I had no clue how cold it could be until I spent four years (in the Army) in south Georgia. I'll gladly choose clear and 20 degrees in El Paso over drizzly and 35 degrees at Fort Stewart.

Posted by: Bob at February 15, 2009 04:17 PM

The dryer cold *is* easier!! Shoot - sunny and 28 with no wind can be a dang nice day out there! :)

I am so glad that you are all having a good time. And just for the record - I have *never* been on a snowmobile. You are braver than I!! :)

Posted by: Richmond at February 15, 2009 05:14 PM

Humid cold goes right through you...I had a south Illinois winter that wasn't as biting as the cold is on the Gulf Coast.

And isn't snow tubing a BLAST??? It's been ages, but I'd love to do it again.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at February 15, 2009 05:20 PM

Yep! It's dry. I use a lot of Chapstick when I'm there. I hope you used sunscreen. I didn't this last time at Breckenridge and my face is tanned except where I was wearing my goggles. I look like Homer Simpson.

Posted by: Denny at February 15, 2009 08:52 PM

I knew you'd love the snowtubing! It is always a blast. I like snowmobiling too, but I am used to it . . .I am so glad you are all enjoying your vacation! Can't wait to see pictures.

Posted by: oddybobo at February 16, 2009 10:37 AM

i had to laugh about ringo's hair. we were in nv during the summer and while i don't think a dry heat of 110 is any less hot and uncomfortable than our 85 degree days at the beach, i loved that my hair was so nice every day. for two weeks out of my entire life, my hair was frizzless.

Posted by: arcanai at February 17, 2009 10:48 AM