White Out Conditions.

Since the move out west, people have been telling me how wonderful it is to ski in fresh powder, ski in white out conditions, or being the first on the lift. Usually, you get the pleasure of enjoying 1 or maybe 2 of those conditions on the same day. Monday, I had the pleasure of all three!

I headed up to Breckenridge with a friend of mine for some perfect mid-week skiing post spring break. I was on the third chair going up the chair lift, they had just gotten 13 inches of fresh powder, and it was still snowing. The snow eventually stopped around 9:30 when the sun came out. It couldn't have been a more picture perfect day, especially since I forgot my camera at home. :)

We skied all morning. We hit peak 8, 9, and the dreadful 10 (this is where the broken rib came from months ago). It was the first time I was able to ski fresh untouched powder and not fall down. Balance is definitely a key. Skiing untouched powder was quite the experience. It was absolutely wonderful! We stopped to have a little lunch and then continued back up the mountain. At the base of the mountain it wasn't snowing, but by the time we got to the top, it was true white out conditions. I was shocked, I had never seen anything quite like it. I asked if it was a blizzard, the two other people on the lift proceeded to laugh at me. I quickly informed them that I am from Florida, they took pity on me and explained what was going on. I couldn't see the chair lift in front of me, the wind was whipping and the snow was coming in side ways. For a quick second, I was incredibly thankful that my sister wasn't on the chair lift with me. She would have been miserable! I then realized that I didn't have the bar down, and the I was getting a little nervous. Luckily the lift was coming to an end soon, so I just sat as still as possible and prayed that I wouldn't fall off.

Finally, I am off the lift and headed down the mountain. I couldn't see anything and neither could anyone else for that matter. I proceeded to get taken out from behind by a little ankle biter, who couldn't see me. Clearly I wasn't going fast enough, to be taken out by a little tyke. Poor kid was about 4 or 5 years old and was so apologetic...him and his mother. I was fine, but the tyke started to cry (I am going to guess he was a momma's boy). Finally, I made it down the run and was ready to call it quits. I couldn't see anything. White out conditions are great from the inside looking out.