Keystone was where we spent the first day out on the slopes. The sun was shining. The runs were freshly groomed. It was a skier’s paradise. I’ve skied almost as long as I have walked. There are few things I love more than flying down a wide open run, heart racing by the time you reach the bottom and getting right onto a lift to do it all over again.
And at the end of the day it was time for G&Ts out of Mason jars. It was a good day.