It isn’t always possible to pack your bags and run to the other side of the world for a soul recalibration as I did in 2007. This year, a three day break was all that our schedule would allow.
Conrad the man/boy finished his semester finals and deserved a little fun. He loves to snowboard so we packed up and headed out toward the Rockies. Our destination? Beaver Creek where the motto is “Not Exactly Roughing It”.
We stayed at the Park Hyatt where the wilderness has been utterly tamed. There is a great spa, an amazing restaurant and almost anything else one could wish for. S’mores Happy Hour at the fire pit, anyone?
I do ski but a physical ailment precluded me from taking to the slopes this year. Admittedly, as my husband and son headed out without me, I cried a little. To miss skiing with them just seemed a bit cruel. However, I’m never one to be waylaid for very long.
Quiet and pristine wilderness was what I craved and a small dose would do it. So I booked a guide, headed out of town to the Tennesee Pass and strapped on my snowshoes where the pristine trails went for miles.
My guide Pam and I enjoyed the quiet, shared some wonderful Rooibos tea with lavender honey and paused long enough for discussions about ayurvedic healing and panchakarma. It seemed like we were a million miles from civilization. In the couple hours that we were out, we saw only a few other people on cross country skis and snowshoes.
If my entire winter could be like this, who needs spring?