Why, hello! We are returned!
We did not get frostbite, we did not suffer any long-standing bodily injury. We did not get lost in the woods of a black diamond run and get stranded in hip-high snow because I had to dig Michael's skis out of snow so he could get out, neccessitating an army crawl to safety and sure-footing.
Oh wait, that last one did happen. More on that later.
Point is, we're back and doing fine!
I took so many fun pictures on the trip to Keystone that I thought I'd break my blog into two separate ones, one of our cabin life with friends and one with mountain stories.
First, I was wrong, there were actually
five other couples on the trip, so there were twelve people.

From left to right we have Rocky, Mindy, Russell, Michael, Alexa, me, Tyler and Lindsey (below), Carrie and Gentle Ben (behind), Kevin and Shelley.
We rented a truly wonderful home that Michael found online. (If you know anything about our relationship, you know he's resourceful on the interwebz.) It had six cozy bedrooms, and our friends were kind enough to reserve the master suite for us because Michael did all the work to find and negotiate for the place. So, at our disposal, we had a gas fireplace, a deep garden jacuzzi tub, heated floors, a king size bed, french doors out onto the porch and a closet roughly the size of our current backyard. And that was just our room. Here's the view from our little porch:

There was a fully stocked kitchen and two living rooms, one upstairs and one down. This made it nice so the girls could watch The Hangover downstairs while the menfolk watched the game upstairs.

The first night we were there, the whole group headed downstairs to play a game. It was sort of like Charades, sort of like Taboo, where you had to get your teammates to guess something. Well, during the game, our friend Tyler proposed to his girlfriend, Lindsey! ("The person I want to spend the rest of my life with!" he hinted. "Your Mom!" she guessed enthusiastically. "Your Mom!" she persisted. "Your wife?" she finally said. Adorable. And hilarious.) It was very sweet. We all took a bunch of pictures and drank some champagne.

The next night, Alexa and I made dinner for the whole group. We made two pans of my mom's lasagna, ceasar salad and garlic bread...and Lil Smokies, which had been simmering in the crock pot for the whole day. The meal was a hit.
On the way back from the mountain the next night, we stopped at a local bar. We played dice games and chatted, and I met a woman from the town in New Zealand where I went sky diving! How crazy is that? As could be expected, she was a crazy kiwi (not the bird, or the fruit...the name for New Zealanders).

When we got home we went in the hot tub (did that every night -
so very nice) (Michael and Alexa were dared to make snow angels, and did) and then had a dance party downstairs. It was mostly the girls dancing around each other in circles. Every once in awhile a guy would bravely step in and dance a few bars. Like Gentle Ben did here:

Russell and Tyler decided to play some pranks on the rest of us. Unfortunately Rocky was decidedly
not thrilled to have perfume in his newly purchased humidifier and it resulted in a broken door frame.

Don't worry, folks, we fixed it!
The last night we all went out to dinner and actually wore some real clothes. (Up until then my yoga pants had gotten much quality usage - something I'm not complaining about.) Most of the people called it an early night and headed to bed. Russell, Alexa, Michael and I decided to get in a game of Euchre, though, and had a quiet evening.
What a great trip! I tell you, renting a home is the best way to vacation. Imagine, if we'd stayed in a hotel, our pajama dance party could have gotten a little awkward. And what kind of hotel offers slow cookers to roast Lil Smokies for 48+ hours (yes, we just left the Smokies on the whole time. And yes, we ate them at the 48 hour mark. Don't know if I should be disturbed or impressed that they tasted the same after two days of cooking).

Stay tuned for stories from the Mount.