After skiing today, we started for home from Copper Mountain. Of course, a huge storm was pounding the Colorado Front Range, and we had to make a decision: stay in the mountains and find a way to ski another day, or get home to our families for this special holiday time.
Believe it or not, we made a run for it.
Seven and a half hours later, we were home. It was quite an odyssey! Closed highways, motorists who had no business being where they were in the vehicles they had, and a storm that has already dumped over two feet of snow on Denver and the rest of the Front Range and may deliver more than three feet by the time it’s done tomorrow.
But, we’re home. With family. I learned that the new little Subaru Impreza doubles as a reasonable snowplow on our street. I learned that it’s great being with friends, even if it takes practically forever to get home. I learned that home is a truly wonderful place, and the chicken soup, beer bread, and little bit of Scotch prove it.
And I did it without being upset by the change of plans.
It’s supposed to snow until midday tomorrow. More plans will change. My mom will miss Christmas with her grandkids. We may miss a family ski day. But, it’s just life being what life is: unpredictable, interesting, and inviting. Will I welcome it? Or will I try to fight a battle I can’t win?
I think I’ll embrace it and go exploring.
Let’s go!
Posted by: — Stephen Hultquist
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