My sanity was questioned when friends and family found out I was leaving sunny Florida for a quick trip to the cold Colorado mountains during one of the harshest weeks of winter—the same week much of Texas was battling unprecedented snowfall and the resulting chaos, and the same week Snowmass had just received a grand dumping of snow (its name suddenly made sense).
But the heart of winter is arguably the best time for a ski trip. Of course, if I were able to predict the future, I wouldn’t have chosen to connect through Dallas, but fortunately for us, we were able to get in and out of the Aspen Airport via Dallas with just one canceled flight. The rest of our trip—single-digit temperatures and all—was glorious, the very picture of a winter wonderland.
