Few, its my last few hours in Telluride Colorado, and its been quite the adventure. Let loose in a well provided for and party ski town has been an eye opening experience to say the least. I think it could be summed up by the conversation I encountered on my ride back to town in the Gondola. I sat with five other people and listened to them discuss the ski mountains that their private airplanes could reach. Trying not to give my amusement away, I made eye contact with a mountain employee, and we both had to cover our mouths and hide our giggles. Few!
In the end, I am walking away from the experience with an appreciation for my parents. I remarked to my father that the trip to Telluride reminded me of our venture to Alexandria, Egypt, Christmas 2007, as it ended with a van ride through the mountains that hearkened our ride across the desert. All my life, I have been handed incredible travel opportunities that have cost me little to nothing. This was never more evident than today when I helped an older woman get out of her cross country skis, and she asked me how I learned. “It was part of our P.E. curriculum in South Dakota,” I informed her, and saw the value of my experience compared to the lesson she payed for.
This trip to God’s country was covered by a grant I won through the Telluride AIDS Benefit organization, and I am thankful for it. Here are a few of my trip, photos from the actual show will come with some editing (runway photography is tricky!)

the living room of my little cabin

the view 10 steps from the door
the majesty of the ski village