After cancalled flights and a crazy drive to Denver through one of the biggest storms of the season my mom finally arived in Steamboat. We have a cozy little condo at the mountain. The first two ski days were stormy and snowy, but my mom's new jacket protected her from the elements (and it was easy to spot her...).















Flo's flight arrived on time and in Steamboat, lucky for him, because I wouldn't have driven to Denver again... His first day on skis was the mellow backcountry terrain accessed by the Steamboat Powdercats. No earning, but plenty of turns.
Now that Flo is here he took over cutting fruit for breakfast and getting everything organized. Only the coffee machine overflowed...