Arrived at condo late last night. Very late. Had to drive from Denver to Steamboat Springs, which isn’t the shortest trip I’ve ever done, and we didn’t really get started until about 11:00 local time. I was very tired.
Got in a half day of skiing today. Somewhat less than a half day, really, because my feet started hurting after three or four runs, and I decided to call it an afternoon. I think I’ve fixed my boots so that won’t happen again. Not upset about that, honestly; it’s probably smarter to ease into it than to ski until I keel over. I still have three more days to go, after all. Better to pace myself.
I’m in terrible shape, though. Feet started hurting, hips started hurting. Everything was easier ten years ago.
There’s some kind of music festival in town right now, direct from Texas. So, after I packed up the ski equipment for the afternoon, I stood around and listened to a band that was playing. Can’t remember the band’s name. They introduced themselves as a few names and”Gingerbread” once, and as something with a river at the end. Maybe some reference to the night, also. It was cold outside. They had some fun songs, though.