Picked up Fred Flintstone (our friend Scott McDonald, who used that name as his online pseudonym) at the Denver Airport on Friday night. It snowed most of the day and Fred's plane was late, but so were we driving in from Fort Collins. Jill was slightly worried that the pass to Winter Park would be closed, but none of the reports said so. The drive was incredible--blowing snow and the falling snow made visibility poor. We called it "3-D House of Snow." The drive from Denver to Winter Park took us double the normal amount of time. As soon as we arrived, we jumped into the hot tub in relief at being safe and not down the side of a cliff.

We got up late today and went to the ski area. Fred and I were going to snowboard, but we arrived too late for lessons. Given the high cost of a half-day ski pass, we decided to go snowmobiling instead. What fun! Rough to get used to, but quite exhilarating. Jill got stuck in a snow bank at one spot, the guide returned to help her out, and when they returned to the group, he got stuck as well. On the way back to the condo from snowmobiling, Jill's car skidded and ran into a snow bank. Nothing and nobody were hurt, but it took us thirty minutes and $10 (a friendly thank you to a couple of guys) to get out.