Up the Creek

Who remembers Up The Creek? I had many a good night there, although didn’t it used to be at the Woolwich Tramshed or was that another comedy club. Anyways my mind is wandering, today I’m off to another Creek, possibly about as dissimilar to the one in Greenwich as you can get, this one is Beaver Creek, a ski resort in Colorado.

I first was in Beaver Creek just over 10 years ago and I reckon this is the x time I stayed at this hotel, which is beautifully set at the foot of Bachelor Gulch, one of the four mountains that makes up the resort.

On it’s website Beaver Creek describes their meticulously groomed corduroy runs, which kind of sums up nicely the sleek village with it’s nice shops, starred restaurants, fire pits and the lauded warm cookies handed out free every afternoon.

Vail is 20 minutes away with more going on day and night. I hope to do a fly around there as well. I was there for a night (long story) 20 years ago and it is a little vague so I may jump a cab over there and take a look around the Village, which also includes a glockenspiel tower.

Irritatingly I don’t ski, at least not anymore since having my ACL replaced a few years back. I was never the most competent of skiers, and psychologically I don’t think I can get my head around standing on top of a mountain and bombing down it, and possibly damaging my knee again.

One piece of advice the Orthopaedic surgeon gave me at the time of my surgery was “at your age don’t bloody do it again.” It stuck. So snowmobiling (photo) and an afternoon hike snow shoeing for me instead, plus the beautiful backdrop of the Rockies and rarefied mountain air for the next few days.