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Yep, I did just that a number of years ago. Having longed to experienced a real winter again, one Christmas I gifted my mom with a trip to Breckenridge, CO ... the caveat being, she needed a travel companion (lol)!
Never mind that Mother -- having lived in Minnesota and the Rockies for most of her adult life -- was perfectly happy residing in balmy Florida.
What a trooper. That 84-year old lady graciously accepted my offering, dug out her mittens and "moon boots" (remember those?) and we hit the friendly skies. Never mind that our lodge was undergoing renovation; their enormous stone fireplace sat dark and forlorn ... it was the best of times!
13 years ago this week, that little excursion remains one of my favorite memories.
Having no particular agenda -- which in itself is totally out-of-character for me -- we happened upon teams preparing for the next-day's International Snow-Carving Festival. Gasp.
(Like the Grand Canyon, you've GOT to see these creations up-close and in-person!)
Late one evening I took a long walk across a snowy field, delighting in the audible cr-runch beneath my footsteps. Heaven.
What's the best time you recall having had in the snow?