
Okay, I admit it . . . I hauled my skis and boots and poles and gear and junk and everything else up to Breckenridge thinking that I would undoubtedly get in at least one day of skiing, but totally and completely vegged out the entire weekend instead. This place is so luxurious that it seems silly to leave and go out into the snow. Why would you want to go skiing all day, when you can just hang out in the pool and enjoy all of the amenities.


Let me put it this way - Grant nicknamed this place "The Fancy House". That about sums it up.


If I had to come up with something negative about the trip it would only be that it's a tad difficult to breath at 10,000 feet above sea level after chasing kiddos around all afternoon.


But the views more than make up for the lack of oxygen.




And the best part is that you don't even need an imaginary camera to enjoy yourself, although it does help in documenting the occasion.

Here we are enjoying our own private movie theatre, complete with digital movie database, remote control lights and a pair of gigantic bean bags . . . for your viewing pleasure.


Before pulling out of town, we headed over to the local sledding hill for some cold-weather fun. Unfortunately, a hostile band of rabid yoga practitioners kicked Jen and Bella out of the only heated pavilion within walking distance. It's a long story and not one finely suited for a family-friendly blog like this one.


Thanks again, John and Carolyn - we all had a blast.
Ben O.