As much as I love skiing at Colorado's resorts, I think I'm forever spoiled after our backcountry hut trip south of Breckenridge this weekend. Not only did we wake up to this explosively colorful sunrise this morning (picture taken from my bedroom window) but we then scouted out prime turf for a kicker and jumped for a few hours in lush creamy powder right outside our door. NOONE for miles, and no sound but the melody of our cheers and wipe-outs. Then we skied back down to the trailhead through a thick, narrow channel surrounded by pine. Not to mention the joy of playing Liar's Dice, Uno and A$$hole last night while sipping Franzi, hot chocolate and schnapps and feasting on gourmet hut tacos.