Reunion (of sorts)

...as our story continues, our intrepid skiers survived a cold and blustery day at Beaver Creek. Our hero (that would be me) lost his left glove (Swany, black, size XL) and purchased a new pair at the Spruce Saddle outpost of Beaver Creek Sports. Thinking to himself as I skied home, "I must one day check the BC lost and found" -- Well that day dawned bright and sunny and is called Sunday!! --

The Sunday crew, Lisa, Bob, Haig and me, made it to the mountain for our usual 10 a.m. start. You see, when it's not a powder day, there's no reason to rush! -- we skied a run at Arrowhead then headed to Strawberry Park because we had seen on TV8 that "President's Ford's" run had been groomed. Several years ago Bob & Kathy had brought Alec and Jordyn (Grand Kids) with them to stay and ski with us, when we utilized our ownership here. (Pre-Condo and Mountain House) -- It was during that trip that we spent a lot of time on this run and has become a favorite of ours at the Beav.

The run was in really nice shape so we did a couple laps before heading over to Larkspur bowl. After several laps there it was time for the front side. Up we went on the "Birds of Prey" lift. At the top we decided to ski down to Centennial Lift and "go single" as the lines were fairly long. A couple more laps on the front side and it was...you guessed it..."Chili time" (i.e. about 1:30)

Lisa placed a work call, as the boys went inside Spuce Saddle to find a seat and place to eat. I payed a lot of attention to the where abouts of my new gloves. (I might add) Haig got fed up with the long line at the soup station and chose not to eat. I braved the line and was rewarded with a steaming bowl of the perfect meal. (Turkey Chili, shredded cheese, Jalapeno peppers and red onions) -- You might not want to kiss me when I'm done, but it's damn good chili and so satisfying!

After lunch, Lisa suggested we visit the "Lost & Found" in the main village. They assemble all the days finds there, and it was worth a shot. I described to the very nice lady who was stationed there, what it was and where I lost it. She went into the backroom and emerged in several minutes carrying my lost item. Visions of the OJ trial zoomed into my head..."If the glove doesn't fit..." -- but fit it did!! I thanked the nice lady and she said, "it was a pleasure reuniting you with your belonging"