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Not long ago, during a particularly miserable day of skiing at Vail, I was indirectly informed of just how absolutely
wonderful a day of skiing at Vail really is.

The sky was hopelessly overcast, layer upon layer of gray that simply would not allow the sun to shine through. The snow was crusty at best, icy at worst. And it was beyond cold. The needle of the thermometer at the lift station struggled to push past the 10-degree mark. I was on the mountain with my friend,Michael, and we were about to call it a day. It was 10:30 in the morning.

After deciding to take one more ride up before skiing down to the Village, we boarded the Northwoods Express Lift and tucked our faces as far into our jackets as possible to brace against the biting wind.

Just as I was about to question why exactly we had chosen to suffer through another run, I heard a voice say, “Great day isn’t it, fellas?” It caught me by surprise not only because of the sentiment, but because I knew that it wasn’t
Michael speaking, and up to that point I had been so focused on keeping myself warm that I hadn’t even noticed that somebody else had gotten on the chairlift with us. I looked over to the gentlemen and smiled, “I’m not so sure, actually.”

“Oh, no. This is great stuff,” he said in his noticeable British accent. “Don’t have anything like all this back home.” He gestured with his arms – at the mountains, the trees, all of it.

“Where’s home?” I asked. “London. So I come to America to ski every winter. And if you’re going to travel to North
America to ski, why go anywhere else?”

The Place to Ski (or Snowboard)
I thought about his rhetorical query as Michael and I snaked our way down the mountain, and while I can’t say the weather improved or the snow got any better for our last run that morning, my attitude sure improved. No, the immediate circumstances weren’t great, but those sorts of things are always relative – one skier’s unacceptable crusty conditions are another skier’s “popcorn” snow dreams, or something like that. Ultimately, I decided that the fine old chap had it right: If you’re traveling to ski or snowboard – whether it’s from across the pond or merely across state lines – Vail, Colorado, is the place to be. Even if Mother Nature is having the occasional bad day.

For starters, Vail is huge. It’s 5,289 ridable acres to be exact. That’s a tough number to comprehend, especially in terms of how it translates into actual runs, but suffice it to say that if you’re in town for a week, and you don’t
want to navigate the same run more than once, you won’t have to.

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