Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home

Hubby wanted to take a ski weekend to Steamboat Springs. So we loaded up the truck and the puppy and headed northwest! We knew the snow pack was not good and there was no snow in the forecast but we had already planned it so there was no flaking out. When we got there we were amazed at how little snow they actually had. We had more snow at our house!

The first night we headed to the only brewery in town, Mahogany Ridge Brewery. We started out having the Pale Ale (me) and a Scottish Ale (hubby). They were so unmemorable that I can’t remember their names (duh). Mine was weak and there was nothing special. We decided not to give up…that’s just who we are. So, we ordered another round. This time I got the Amber Ale and hubby got the Stout.  They didn’t even have any IPA’s. This just couldn’t be…beers that we really just didn’t care for. We started making excuses that we had become beer snobs and our tastes were probably more mature than what this joint offered. The food was good and the overall experience was good but the beers were just plain sad. We began talking about our wonderful beers at home in the fridge; Dogfish Head 120 minutes IPA, Avery Mephistopheles, Santa Fe Imperial Java Stout, and Great Divide Hercules IPA. We missed home.

The next day we headed to the mountain for a little skiing, well, snowboarding for hubby. The pup was perched in the backseat of the truck ready to take a nap while we played in the snow. The snow wasn’t as bad as we expected but then again we expected it to be terrible. We were skiing with grass sticking up through the snow which made us realized that there was not much snow pack between us and the ground. We hit a few rocks from time to time but over all had a good time. On the shuttle ride back to our truck we reminisced about all the great snow that we had been receiving at the ski resort by our house, Eldora. We talked about that run that we took at Eldora with the 12+ inches of fresh powder that was so heavenly with hardly any other tracks on it. We missed home.

That night we struggled to find a bar/restaurant with a TV where we could watch the Broncos. We finally sat at the bar at the 8th Street Steakhouse and had an enjoyable meal (Broncos lost). Puppy was once again napping in the back of the truck. We kept taking about how our TV was so much bigger at home. And we could be reclining in our leather chairs. And we could be wearing flannel PJ’s. And we could have a fire going in the wood stove. And puppy could be hanging out with us instead of in the truck. We missed home.

The next morning we decided to go snowshoeing instead of skiing. Good choice since the snow was deeper on Rabbit Ears pass than at the resort. Puppy was having a great time romping in the deep snow and we got a good workout. As we went along we talked about leaving Steamboat a day early. We had a good time and I really enjoy experiencing new places, new beers, and seeing new scenery but we missed home and it was time to go.

As we got closer to home, we stopped in Dillon to eat and sample some brews at one of our favorite breweries, The Dam Brewery. Lunch did not disappoint and neither did the brews (though I could only have one). We were almost home and we were happy!


~ by willtriforbeer on February 18, 2012.

2 Responses to “Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home”

  1. Dammit, now I want a beer 😦 The fridge is barren!!!

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