Sunday morning I found myself lying on my buddy Owens couch with all of my clothes on and no blanket. (It had been 30 degrees the night before.) Not exactly how I thought I'd wake up while partying the night before, but at least I was indoors. At one point during the night I realized I had no blanket, but it was too late at that point and I just passed back out. After a few more hours had passed I finally decided to get up around 11am, and call my caravan companion who had continued on to Vail. At this point I didn't have a hangover but I started to do that math and realized that I drank about 8 high gravity beers. (Of the 12 beers I brought, I had 10 bottle caps in my pocket. My cousin only drank two all night.) Once I got in touch with my friend, I started the packing and saying my goodbyes. Overall I had a great time in Fr. Collins, even though my cousin and I had a few arguments about life, the universe, and everything. A few hours later, on my drive to Vail, I started to feel the effects of the hangover, albeit still not badly.
Once I reached Vail I got my first experience with fish tailing on ice. Driving along on a highway trying to find where my buddy Randall had been staying, I lost all traction on the road and wasn't able to accelerate. So, I took my foot off the brake and stopped even trying to accelerate and just let the ice take over. I was able to avoid hitting anything but I was now aware of how hard it is to drive a front wheel vehicle on icy surfaces. Eventually, I found the house, unfortunately it was up a pretty steep hill which gave me a little bit of trouble getting up. I thought the hardest part was over, turns out its harder to go uphill once you have stopped. After reaching the driveway of the house, I was told I couldn't park there so we had to move my car. Problem was the ice didn't think that was a good idea. After about 15 minutes of tires squealing on ice, Randall took over and backed my car down the hill and drove to a parking garage, while I rode in his friends car with some of my luggage for the nights.
My one night in Vail was a complete 180 in difference from the people I stayed with in Ft. Collins. The people I stayed with in Ft. Collins were all eco-conscious, heady folk. They were into recycling and nature, and were very nice and helpful. Also, they had all moved there for the time being, working to make a living and enjoying where they were. The people I stayed with in Vail were nice, and helpful as well but in different ways. They were all University of Alabama fraternity kids, who were more or less just living in the area to ski, and work at ski lodges. The Vail area was very touristy and was completely different than what I had expected. I somewhat expected a nice, quite mountain town, but I was more reminded of an all inclusive resort town. Potatoes, potatoes, and tomatoes, tomatoes. (You have to say the second one of each differently, otherwise it doesn't make sense ha.)
That night we went to bed planning on waking up around 7:30am, so that one of the kids living/working there could be first one on the mountain.
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