Sunday, December 30, 2007
If you have noticed, alot of our time on these vacations is spent planning the next meal. Everything is governed by food and what new place we will discover. In this post, I share a commonly known one and one that you have to patiently search and wait for because it's too good to pass up.
Starting with the better known one, a ski day is never perfect unless you have lunch at the Ten Mile Station and take the typical family and friends photo on top overlooking the mountain range and Breck below. You can take 100 pictures in 30 minutes and never get tired. This is where everyone meets for lunch in a food court-style restaurant, takes a restroom break, and just get warm. The Ten Mile Station is located on Peak 9 at the top of the QuickSilver SuperChair. During the Summer, there are many weddings and receptions held at this restautrant to take advantage of the spectacular views. This is also the meeting point of many runs ranging from Blues, Greens, and the lifts up to the Blacks.
Now, after a heavy lunch at Ten Mile Station, drinks at The Maggie and a communal dinner at a friend's place, where else can one go close to midnight to have the best dessert around? Just a 10-minute walk down Main Street or better yet a 2-minute drive for the warm-blooded Miamians, Crepes A La Cart is the answer. Located at 307 South Main Street, this small, food-truck sits back with a roaring fire pit for the 4-6 lucky folks to find a spot along the benches in front of it. A long line of crepe enthusiasts wait patiently for their turn. Bottom line...buying crepes for 10 people close to midnight in the freezing cold takes a long time especially with special orders like Strawberry Shortcake and Lemon Meringue pie.
The best way to do this is to drive in a big rowdy group, park the car along Main Street in eye's view and elect 2-3 adults to go get the crepes. The ones staying behind can just make fun of the ones outside bearing the brunt of the cold. However, what they don't know is that standing close to the fire and talking with the locals and other tourists has it's perks too like learning about a cool bar in town.
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Settling in at Beaver Run and capping each night at Maggie's! - Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
We woke up early and I had a fart to learn to snowboard, while every other sane family wanted to take ski lessons. U and I decided on snowboarding and we would drag our wives and sons into it. Ana used our daughter as excuse (a very valid one I might add) to not do anything, but U's wife was gung-ho. As we set up the lessons and walked down to catch the lift, we spent 10 minutes talking to the Aussie instructor name Jacob. He explained everyting and showed us how to put everything on. U's wife decided it was enough and took herself out of the lesson. It was a great message for the kids who weren't very happy either, but the Dads were going to SNOWBOARD and that was it.
We spent the day sitting, literally sitting on the snow. Actually, the sitting comes right after the falling. You see snowboarding is much harder than skiing: both legs are strapped to the same board, you don't have poles to help you, the falling happens quick and hard (usually on your tail bone or your back), and you tend to be less in control. Also, the lift thing is more complex and you have to watch out for all the careening-out-of-countrol snowboarders all around you (who are learning just like you).
The snow was falling hard that day and blinding. There was a special enclosed tunnel that allowed you to go up the hill on an escalator type thing. It was convenient and better than taking the lift. After many attempts and hours of lessons, we decided to call it quits for the day. The visibility was poor and we were getting hungry.
Each night was the same tradition: a drink and some appetizer at The Maggie. It is located at the base of Peak 9 by the Quicksilver SuperChair. It's bascially a bar with bar food, but one of the highlights of the trip where we all congregated regardless of where each family went each day. It was one of the constants before dinner.
We woke up early and I had a fart to learn to snowboard, while every other sane family wanted to take ski lessons. U and I decided on snowboarding and we would drag our wives and sons into it. Ana used our daughter as excuse (a very valid one I might add) to not do anything, but U's wife was gung-ho. As we set up the lessons and walked down to catch the lift, we spent 10 minutes talking to the Aussie instructor name Jacob. He explained everyting and showed us how to put everything on. U's wife decided it was enough and took herself out of the lesson. It was a great message for the kids who weren't very happy either, but the Dads were going to SNOWBOARD and that was it.
We spent the day sitting, literally sitting on the snow. Actually, the sitting comes right after the falling. You see snowboarding is much harder than skiing: both legs are strapped to the same board, you don't have poles to help you, the falling happens quick and hard (usually on your tail bone or your back), and you tend to be less in control. Also, the lift thing is more complex and you have to watch out for all the careening-out-of-countrol snowboarders all around you (who are learning just like you).
The snow was falling hard that day and blinding. There was a special enclosed tunnel that allowed you to go up the hill on an escalator type thing. It was convenient and better than taking the lift. After many attempts and hours of lessons, we decided to call it quits for the day. The visibility was poor and we were getting hungry.
Each night was the same tradition: a drink and some appetizer at The Maggie. It is located at the base of Peak 9 by the Quicksilver SuperChair. It's bascially a bar with bar food, but one of the highlights of the trip where we all congregated regardless of where each family went each day. It was one of the constants before dinner.
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