We are all various shades of sore and tired. Well, most of us. My sister-in-law had a massage and some kind of soak at the Hot Sulphur Springs Spa while the children and I skied. We signed up for lessons and had an absolute blast. My goal was to make it down a bunny hill at least once by the end of the day. Shoot, we were doing that by the end of the first HOUR. It was fantastic. I absolutely loved it. We had a great instructor, Uwe (pronounced Oooh-Vay), who was from Germany and had been skiing for 40 years. I only fell 100 times. No, just kidding. I fell three times, two on the lift. One was a total wipeout. I sort of enjoyed it, although it was a tad bit humiliating. I have photos but they are not on this camera card. The children seemed to have a great time. I think we found our sport. Fabulous. Wish I could do it more often.
Before we left The Stanley yesterday, we took the Ghost Tour. It was terrific--I think everyone enjoyed even the historical stuff. Here's our tour guide explaining how the Stanley Steamer worked (hint: It used steam and blew up if you went more than 20 miles):
She took us into the music room, where there was a really cool old grand piano. Apparently John Philip Sousa stayed at the Stanley every year back in the day, and every year he would tune it for Flora Stanley, wife of F.O. Stanley, who built the hotel. He would sign the inside every time he tuned it, but some big dope sanded all of the signatures down in the 70s, so that cool piece of history is gone forever.
We also got to go into the room that Ghost Hunters felt was the most haunted in the hotel. I don't really watch that show, so I don't have a good frame of reference, but apparently a lot of haunted stuff happened in that room when they filmed there?
This is in the BASEMENT of The Stanley. In the basement of a hotel. What is that about? There is a whole tunnel made out of this stuff. It was weird and creepy. I couldn't wait to get out of there.
After the Ghost Tour, it was time to move on to our next adventure, which takes place in Lake Granby. Absolutely spectacular drive. We accidentally wound up in Golden, Colorado at one point. Weirdness. Lots of storefront casinos. It took 5 hours to go about 150 miles. The sad part is that it's about a 60 mile drive from Estes Park to Granby when the weather is good. Unfortunately, the National Park Service closes the road that goes over the mountains in about October, so we had to go all the way down and around in order to get to our destination. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but I was kind of in a snit so I didn't get any photos. I will try to on the way back down.
I do have photos of where we're staying now:
We drove up to Grand Lake last night and had dinner at this really cute bar and grill. It was excellent.
Took these on the way back from skiing:
Lots of the fences are like that around here. It's really pretty.
And that brings us to now. Tracie made a great spaghetti dinner and we are all pretty worn out. We have another adventure tomorrow, so I think we are going to button it up and relax this evening. It's sure cozy with the fire going!