I HAVE A HORRIBLE SECRET. I live in Colorado, but I don’t ski. Or snowboard. I do enjoy skiing, but the thought of spending seven hours on I-70, crawling toward the Eisenhower Tunnel makes me want to jab a ski pole into my inner ear. And yet, winter is probably my favorite season to get outside. The light is gorgeous, the crowds are thin, and the mountains take on a new level of magic when wearing white. Thankfully, in Colorado, there’s more than enough to keep the fires in us non-skiers stoked all winter, all without setting boot near the resort.