02/03/2017 ChandreBo

I don’t know snow. Before going on my first ski trip the most snow I had ever seen was on a strangely cold Sunday in the middle of winter when I was 7 years old. My parents scrambled to build a snowman with all the snow we could find in the garden. I think the snowman reached my 7 year old knee. This was followed by a snowball fight and before midday everything had melted. Colorado Cold: All bundled up on the mountain My husband is an avid skier, and even though he only started skiing in…