Technically it IS winter, but with temps in the high 40s in Steamboat Springs (and Denver breaking records in the 70s), it doesn’t feel like that bone-chilling cold that the mountains often receive in the late winter/early spring. The weather is just one reason why there’s never been a more perfect winter to take a break and head to the Colorado Rocky Mountains.
A couple of days ago, I wrote about my snowshoeing adventure in Steamboat. Today, I’m feeling the effects of my first skiing adventure in nearly 5 years! Yikes, I had no idea how out of shape I am. (NOTE TO SELF: get back on the exercise routine - Pilates and exercise bike.)
Not a lot of pictures to show of the intense blue skies and champagne powder that Mother Nature blessed Steamboat with on Monday morning because, well, I’m an amateur skier at best. Translation = I fall down the slope. Not a good plan with expensive camera equipment, so the camera stayed home when I rode the first (and last) lifts/gondola up the mountain. (But my BFF Diana brought her lightweight digital camera — see picture below — and yes that’s me on the top of the mountain. Read further..)

Renting skis and purchasing lift tickets is convenient when you stay at the Steamboat Sheraton Resort. Steamboat Ski & Sport is located within the Sheraton on the basement level at the gondola base (Sheraton slopeside).
My ski-mates were my friend Diana and 18-year-old, snowboarding Hutch. I began slow enough, trying out my skis and stopping ability, citing the mantras “french fry” or “pizza.” Then we all boarded the ski lift to the top of the green runs, Stampede and Lil’ Rodeo. Not so bad, so I did a few more runs. Apparently, I felt brave, so was convince by my ski-mates to brave the gondola and move further uphill. I was assured that more greens were in my future.
[Click here for picture Steamboat Springs, base of mountain
near the Sheraton Steamboat Resort]
At the top of the Gondola, we exited right — when we should’ve exited left to ski the nice ‘n easy Why Not green run. Huck went off on his own to snowboard; Diana stuck with me. We proceeded to get lost in the maze of trails, ending up at the top of the mountain, Sunshine Peak.
It was without a doubt absolutely stunning beautiful, wide open vistas, white-packed snow. At first, I skied without fear, but then my out-of-shape calves gave up the ghost. I was done, but we couldn’t figure out how to get down to the gondola. A few more missed turns and runs, including the last one where I did a splendid fall, lost a ski, and finally slid down on my bum to a more even surface to get my skis back on.
Let’s just say my sweaty and sore body really appreciated the two cold beers at 3 Saddles in the Sheraton Steamboat Resort lobby. (Diana said I practically threw my rental skis at the dude at the ski shop — her story not mine…)
I enjoyed a fabulous evening meal at Cafe Diva, a short walk from the Sheraton’s front entrance, feasting on a tasty bottle of chardonnay, appetizers (favorite: crab cake); soup (yummy! tomato and crab bisque); and slightly spicy scallops, a house speciality. A tired and sore Diana crawled into bed.
The next day I woke up ready to get home, although I did look longingly at the mountain, and had the fleeting thought of tackling the Why Not green run — just to say I could. I resisted, and packed up the SUV and headed back to Denver. Maybe next time — and Why Not?
Until the next time, Diana
Denver Travel Examiner
P.S. next week it’s off to Puerto Rico to watch the Puerto Rico PGA at Trump International Golf Club, March 9-15 — and maybe even play some golf.