The Perfection of Colorado Winter
I‘VE BEEN in Colorado for just six years, so I know I’ve only brushed its surface. At the end of every Friday, I make my way to the mountains to hike, camp, bike, and climb. There’s a reason Colorado is one of the fittest states in the country, and outdoor recreation doesn’t end when the snow falls — it simply changes. I’ve had my fair share of winters here, so I know that when the puffies and beanies come out, what gets me out of bed at 4 a.m. is about to change.
For that, I’m paying tribute to the glory that is a Colorado winter. Because we don’t only resort ski here — we snowshoe to icy alpine lakes, track avalanche danger on a daily basis, drink whiskey, split board through feet of snow on mountain passes, burrow into -20° sleeping bags to keep our toes from falling off, drink more whiskey, and trust our lives to screws driven into frozen waterfalls.