Karen and I headed to Winter Park on Friday (8-7-15) to prepare for the Winter Park Beer Festival on Saturday and sell some copies of Ski Bum Chronicles in the land from whence it was spawned. My how the place has grown since I ran wild there in the early 80’s.
We bought party food and beverages just north of WP in Fraser at the ginormous new Safeway. The tiny town has blossomed, but familiar old haunts kept it real for me.
After the Winter Park Beer Festival I manned the grill at the condo we rented. I cooked for the Snow Mt. Ranch gang and relocated Texans who now live in Colorado. Saturday was a blur of good friends, good beer and great stories.
Sam and Jean joined Karen and Me for a bit of hiking around Winter Park on Sunday. It always amazes me how beautiful the mountains can be, even a short distance from the bustle of activity around I-40 that runs through town.
After our morning stroll Sam, Karen and I road the Zephyr Lift at the Winter Park Ski area to the top of the mountain and ate a picnic lunch.
Winter Park Ski Area bills itself as the second largest mountain bike park in the world, behind only Whistler in Canada. We were amazed by the number of bike riders and how much development has occurred at the base of the slopes.
We had a fantastic time visiting old haunts and reconnecting with dear friends. The growth and changes to this area gave us pause for deep reflection. I feel fortunate to have lived, worked and skied in the Winter Park area during the early 80’s. Gosh, we thought it was crowded back then. Ski Bum Chronicles is a slice of Grand County history.