Ultimate Family Fun at Snow Mountain Ranch

If you’re going to die (of laughter) I highly suggest bareling into a three-foot grave of snow.  My friend Sheree were attempting Snow Mountain Ranch’s new Fat Bkes and were on our umpteenth wipe-out as we sluggishly plowed through the powder playground.

I’ve long touted YMCA of the Rockies’ two locations–Snow Mountain Ranch (between Winter Park and Grand Lake) and the Estes Park Center–as Colorado’s most affordable and fun vacations. My family has been to Snow Mountain Ranch’s 5,100-acre expanse several times but we upped the fun factor by inviting two other families to join us in our revelries. We had the time of our lives–from a free movie (Nemo) in the Programs building to dog sledding to tubing, cross-country skiing and biking at the Nordic Center, to colorful creations at the Craft Shop to late-night Scrabble showdowns at Indian Peaks Lodge to rollerskating, archery, basketball, volleyball, ping, ping pong, archery and rock climbing in the Kiva Center (click top image for slideshow).

All these activities were within a 24-hour period so were intermingled with a few exhausted meltdowns (from parents and kids) because every amazing vacation needs some healthy doses of reality, right?

Colorado’s most affordable dog sledding

Now in its fourth season, Snow Mountain Ranch’s chapelain Steve Peterson has made dog sledding accessible to a broader audience. While most dog sledding outfitters start at $150/person,  SMR is just $30.  Longer, advanced routes or group sessions are also available but the standard ride is offered twice weekly and is a fantastic option for first-time riders ages 6 and older.

dogsledWe registered the week prior but were told to arrive at the Doade Library well before the 8:30 a.m. presentation to add our names to the list to determine our riding order. Our 30-minute orientation by Steve is open was as informative as it was entertaining as he reviewed the terminology of mushing such as the gang and tug lines,  shared a few entertaining horror stories of his own learning curve, as well as an inspiring message about the importance of the lead dogs, being leaders in our communities and perseverance. Following his overview, we waited. Our group was smack in the middle of the 26 time slots so we stayed entertained by watching a movie, downing hot cocoa, burning s’mores by the firepit and making darling dog sled Popsicle stick and necklace crafts. Even if you’re not dog sledding, anyone can attend the presentation and do crafts.

Each sled can carry up to 250 pounds in addition to the driver so my husband and I went separately. My kids rode together with my son in the front bucket with the musher in the middle and my daughter standing on the back rails. They had the privilege of dog sledding a couple of years ago in Breckenridge so I was worried their experience along this 2-mile loop would be anti-climactic but I needn’t have fretted. Following their thrilling ride, they proclaimed they’re “Mushers for Life.”

As I boarded my sled, the dogs errupted in pandemonium, which was  replaced by a sense of sudden, efficient shared purpose. They took off, the tow line snapped taut and I nearly fell backward as I clung for dear life. Almost immediately the pace slowed as the dogs ran quietly, tongues flapping, paws flashing. The weather was idyllic as we soared across that snowy expanse under a chemical-blue sky in a white-flecked pine forest. Our sled dogs obediently responded to our mushing commands “Gee!” “Haw,”  first turning right, then left as we flew across those tussocks of tundra-like landscape in a flash of sheer mountain majesty.

Fat Bike Delusions of Grandeur

Every time I bike through a Colorado resort town in winter, I see locals braving baneful conditions on their Fat Bikes with sturdy tires the size of snowcats. In my Canadian-born (insane) mind I think, “that looks like fun!” Fat Bikes are certainly entertaining but are a lot of other adjectives, too. Tiring. Hilarious. Humbling.

Snow Mountain Ranch is in its first full season with their Fat Bike Program. The bikes come in three different adults sizes and are available for rent at the Nordic Center: $60/full day, $40 half day or $20/hour.  My friend Sheree and I figured one hour would be enough time to conquer the 10 km of trails dedicated to Fat Bikes and I ignorantly tossed my map to the side. That was my first mistake. Sheree’s first mistaken was following me–guns and Fat Bike blazing–down the steep hill in front of the Nordic Center.

We started strong along the narrow path but not even 10 minutes into the ride, I heard a squeal, followed by silence and turned to see Sheree and her bike buried. “How did that happen?” I wondered but five seconds later, my tire veered an inch off the path and I, too was in the dunk. We learned very quickly that on either side of the soft-pack narrow trail was three feet of softer, fluffy powder that doubled as a sticky mosh pit. As long as we stayed on the trail, we were OK…until we encountered other variables, such as hikers’ footprints and then our wheels got stuck, we would pedal viciously and then our bikes tipped over.

After a particularly difficult patch, I was relieved to see a small hill with smooth trail. “I’ve got this” as I brazenly plowed downhill and all was going well until my tire veered slightly off the trail, it sunk about a 10 inches and my bike and I flipped over in a move only attempted by Cirque du Soleil performers. Besides my pride, I was unhurt but that was when we acknowledged “We have a problem, Houston.”fatbike1

Sheree and I turned around soon thereafter and continued to slide ‘n slide away. As we we neared the Nordic Center she had yet another wipeout and just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did when we realized we had an audience. Perched atop the hill was our beloved family. Our two sweet boys raced down to greet us and trailed us back up the hill.

We later learned that we had taken the most advanced route possible while our friend Andrew, himself an advanced rider, took a leisurely, hard-packed loop near the Nordic Center and his breezy, easy ride was a much different experience that didn’t include face-plant snow angels.

His loss. I haven’t laughed so hard in years.

Lodging

Many of Snow Mountain Ranch’s activities are free with lodging and day passes are available for those who don’t stay overnight.  Accommodation rates vary depending upon the time of year and day of the week. Lodge rooms start at $79, 2-bedroom cabins at $159 and 3-bedroom vacation homes at $259. Guests staying in lodge rooms receive two free breakfasts for each night booked. Yurts are $99/night and campsites start at $49/night.

Parting Words 

The only thing that sucked about Snow Mountain Ranch?

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The tire swing.

January 2016: Eldora, Snow Mountain and Stress!

My friend Jenny pinged me on Facebook to see if I was dead because I’ve been MIA from social media and life this month. I can’t believe January 2016 is almost over!  We’re still undergoing so much financial and life stress but the good news is I’m feeling relatively peaceful about everything. After all, moving into my parent’s basement is always an option, right? ;-)

February looks to be even busier with back-to-back trips including a family reunion where we’ll be entertaining Jamie’s family for several days. So, I’m trying to get caught up as I tread water.  One of the nice things is we didn’t enroll the kids in any activities except for piano and church commitments so we’re not overextended with our schedule.  That’s what spring sports are about.

Following the overindulgent holidays, I announced I wouldn’t be buying any treats for a while and if the kids wanted them, they’d be in charge of making it happen. Little did I know that would motivate Hadley to become a Chef Extraordinaire and she’s always in the kitchen these days making goodies from scratch: cinnamon buns, monkey bread, Rice Krispie treats and gingerbread…completely by herself. Who knew she had it in her? The only downside is the kitchen always looks like a bomb went off.

A couple of fun things: While Jamie volunteered to go winter camping with the Scouts, the kids and I opted for what we thought was the more sane option of skiing Eldora Mountain Resort. Turns out we were wrong. Normally, this is an awesome local’s ski mountain just outside of Boulder, Colo. but the weather, wind and snow did NOT cooperate, causing us to go home after only a half-day. Serious bummer! Maybe we should have worn Jamie’s arctic jacket.

Last weekend, we invited a couple of families from our ward to join us for an amazing weekend at YMCA of the Rockies’ Snow Mountain Ranch. We dog sledded, tubed, skied, skated, fat tire biked, crafted, movie-watched, game-played, rock climbed, roller-skated and it was truly the highlight of our month. Snow Mountain Ranch deeply moves me in ways I can’t quite describe and I told Jamie it was in my Top 3 Favorite Places in Colorado, with Crested Butte and The Broadmoor in Colorado Springs as my other two top picks.

The only thing that sucked about Snow Mountain Ranch?

The tire swing.

Time to Wake the Girl

Ying and Yang strike again. I’m not a night person and neither is Bode. When we’re tired, we go to bed at a reasonable hour and wake up early. In fact, that kid of mine is so weird that he sets his alarm clock a half-hour early so he can come in and snuggle until it’s time to get ready for school. Who does that?

Certainly not Hadley. She’s a night owl and does her best creating in the wee hours. While Bode is in bed by 9 p.m., we’ll let her stay up until 10 p.m. on school nights but then we can’t get her out of bed in the mornings. I’ve tried everything I can think of: alarm clock, waking her up in 10-minute increments, niceties, threats–you name it. Miraculously, we have never once been later for school.

When I initially saw this video “Time to Wake Up the Boy,” a three-year complication of one father’s attempts to wake up his son, I thought it was horrible. Sure, it was funny but that poor kid!

After my umpteenth battle with Hadley trying to drag her out of bed this week, I totally get it.

Time to Wake The Girl, Mom Edition.

2016: Moving out of our comfort zone

As much as we love to travel, we live pretty conservative lives in Colorado and aren’t big risk takers. I have a wide berth for my comfort level and it takes a lot to unnerve me but if I had a theme for 2016, it’s anxiety. Stress. The unknown. We were hit with some major financial decisions at the beginning of the year so not only are we poor but we’re unresolved. I’m hoping for some clarity soon but for now we’re living one step at a time in a world of grey (I guess that’s what faith is all about?)

Our engagement photo

One of my resolutions was to purge this house and get organized. Since so much of my life is spinning out of my control right now, that is at least something within my power and it has become a full-blown obsession. After Jamie’s sister moved out last week, I started by tackling my file cabinets, which contain 25+ years of junk…and treasured memories. From there, I moved onto our storage room and crawl space and resolved to get rid of anything I haven’t used within the last year (apart from mementos, of course). I’m really not a hoarder but it’s amazing how much you can collect after living in your house for 12 years.

I won’t give you a visual of my parent’s basement–they’ve lived there for 45+ years.

Jamie volunteered to go winter camping with the Scouts this weekend. In the mountains. In a snow storm. I’m all for the outdoors but this is deal-breaker for even me. We have two different sections in our storage room: one for food and the other for travel/camping supplies. We tackled the latter last night to find our warmest sleeping bags and pads for Jamie, during which time he casually mentioned.

“It’s really weird that I have no idea what happened to my wedding ring.”

“You lost your wedding ring?”

“Yes, it’s been gone since we camped in Moab last May. I told you that.”

“You didn’t tell me that.”

“Yes, I did. And how have you not even noticed I wasn’t wearing my ring?”

Evidence that I am the least observant person. EVER.

“When did you last have it?”

“I took it off when we were camping and put it somewhere for safe keeping. It’s bugging me so much I can’t find it.”

The conversation ended as we continued organizing the camping gear. Not even 15 minutes later, I grabbed a laundry basket that contained miscellaneous items and wouldn’t you know it, at the very bottom we found his ring. He must have stashed it in one of the stuff sacks and then it got tossed into the storage room.

We’re calling this one a mini-miracle in a 2016 that is starting out as quite the opposite.

Fat Kitty Shaming

After selling her house last spring, Jamie’s sister Lisa has has the utmost privilege of intermittently residing with our family. Upon her return from Europe, we anticipated she’d be with us for a while as she looked for a job but last month, she announced she had found a new condo and would be moving out in January.  Renting a place before getting a job? Isn’t that like the chicken before the egg or the egg before the chicken?

I know she wants her space but it’s been nice to have her here, particularly because she does the dishes and Jamie does not. There was full disclosure about this before we got married and there are plenty of other things he does around the house but dishes and toilet-cleaning are not among them.

Spoken from the woman who has not paid bills or taxes since the day we married.

Thursday is my crazy day driving kids to piano and then leading Cub Scouts so she offered to take on dinner duty that night and it’s been a treat. For her final Thursday dinner, she went all out as a way of saying thanks: high-quality grilled Costco steaks, fresh shrimp, corn on the cob, mushrooms, and two different kinds of French fries with fry sauce. We were overwhelmed and over-filled from our feast.

As we wobbled upstairs, we heard Lisa’s outburst.

“Ohhhh noooooo!”

“What?”

“Fat Kitty pooped on my bed.”

Fat Kitty is pretty much the perfect cat–non-destructive, cuddly and easy going. But his Achilles heel is he occasionally poops out of his kitty littler box when he’s 1) ticked we’re leaving him on vacation. 2) mad about being stuck indoors all winter. 3) PMSing or 4) just because.  His target is usually a blanket or towel left on the ground but to poop on someone’s bed? A rarity and it was obvious he was making a statement. He was mad she’s leaving.

Over these past months, she has turned into his most trusted buddy. He monopolized her snuggly blanket so much that she had to bequeath it to him. And during our extended trip to Canada and frequent vacations, she was always there comforting him that it’s OK to be ditched.  Lisa is his mother from another mother.

Regardless of the pain he is feeling over her inevitable departure, we felt badly, especially since she had just cooked up this amazing meal. We demanded a Fat Kitty apology and he reluctantly gave one.

I don’t see steak in our future anytime soon.

The joke’s on them

We had a really fantastic Christmas break. We were in Utah for a week and and the rest of the time was spent chilling or playing with friends at home.

Right before going back to school, Hadley went skating with her friend Alex and they came back to the house to hang out.  After a few hours, I knew they were up to something in Bode’s bedroom but she assured me it was all good. And it was. Bode’s room is The Pit of Despair and were it not for my hard-fast rule of no video games until your room is cleaned, it would be condemned.

Two hours later, the girls emerged triumphant. Not only had they completely cleaned it but they reorganized all the furniture–it has never looked better!
Hadley later confessed, “We originally wanted to play a trick on Bode and move his furniture around. But then Alex had the idea to reorganize his entire room.”

Next time, I hope they prank me.

The FHE Musical Chairs Showdown of Death

My entire life, I have won the friend lottery. From childhood friends who are still dear to me to college to my mission, to my single years in Salt Lake City, I have been surrounded by the best of the best. When I married Jamie and moved to Denver, it took me a while to make meaningful connections. It wasn’t until we moved into our house and 2nd Ward about a year and a half later that it slowly started happening. My friend Lisa invited us to join a dinner group with a handful of other couples and from that group, some of my very best friends were made.

Nearly 13 years later, my kids have literally grown up with these families and I couldn’t love them any more if we were related. For Family Home Evening tonight, our friends the Carrolls invited us to the church for a game night. Between the five families, we had about 100 kids, resulting in a night of chaotic fun. We played musical chairs, live Clue (where we turned out the lights and went room-to-room avoiding the murderer before solving the crime), Apples to Apples and then the Carrolls gave a spiritual message about Samuel the Lamanite who stood on a wall to preach repentance to the Nephites as they tried to shoot him down…

…then the adults raced into the room and attacked the kids with marshmallows and a huuuuge, hilarious fight ensued.

Jamie tried complaining about getting pelted in the eye but I had no sympathy. Mostly because he’d (practically) drawn blood just an hour earlier.

Something you should know about Jamie: he’s uber competitive.

Something you should know about my brother Patrick: he’s uber competitive.

Put them together and the games begin. I started the evening off by sharing the story of the Musical Chair Showdown. Shortly after we were married, Jamie came home with me for a summer visit. Our ward was having a party so we joined in the fun that ended with a rousing game of musical chairs. There were children in the mix. Small children. But it didn’t matter to Pat and Jamie who were out for blood. They were the final two and as they gazed at each other with blood-thirsty eyes, I knew there would be trouble. The music started and they heatedly rounded the chairs. When it stopped, they both dove, with Jamie ending up triumphant. Or was he? Pat started prying him off the chair, they fell over during the scuffle, but Jamie would not budge. Even splayed on the grass, his butt and hands did not lose their grip.

It was then I knew I’d chosen a winner.

Fast-forward to the FHE Musical Chair Showdown. We had the adults in one area and kids 12 and under in another.

The music started and stopped.  With each round, our friends dropped off like flies but Jamie and Bode persisted, making it to the final round. Bode ended up losing in the finals but Jamie would not go down so easily against our friends’ 17-year-old son, Jordan, whose initial strategy was to walk around with the chair.

It didn’t last long. Just look into Jamie’s eyes.

And then the showdown truly began.

With Jamie ending up victorious.

It was then I knew I’d chosen a winner.