Up at 5:00RDC and I roused at 5:00, wanting to leave at 6:00 to ski. I figured there wouldn't be as much westward traffic on a Sunday as on a Saturday, but we still anticipated plenty. Tea. Breakfast. Long underwear. Blake was his usual cheery morning self until he realized we were leaving. Little did he know.
As soon as we got on I-70, the DOT sign said the interstate was closed west of Georgetown, which is the last town before the climb to Eisenhower Tunnel. The tunnel crosses the Continental Divide, and Summit County, with four large ski areas, beckons from west of there. We drove, hoping the highway might open in the hour it would take to reach there. Meanwhile, the mountain sunrise glimmered pink and gold, which made the drive worthwhile.
The avalanches that threatened and spilled kept the highway closed until late morning or noon, we were never sure which. We returned home by 9:00, making Blakey very happy. Seventy miles east of avalanches, we walked in the midafternoon, high-sixties sun, took naps, and read. Just as relaxing a day, only different.
Down to 3.42I did 3.42 miles in 30 minutes on the Nordic Track.
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