Denver, Colorado
I woke Husband early and asked if he’d like to go skiing.
“Sure,” he said, still groggy.
“Put your ski stuff on,” I said. “I’ll meet you in the car.”
He dozed as I drove, waking up when I parked.
“Where are we?” he said, looking at the acres of cars surrounding us.
“Airport.”
He blinked. “I thought we were going skiing?”
“We are. We’ll be on the slopes of Park City in two hours. Here comes the shuttle; grab your gear bag.”
“What about our skis?”
“Reserved at the rental shop.”
“Clothes?”
“What we’ve got on.”
“Toothbrush?”
“Buy one when we get there.”
Husband grinned. “Works for me.”
The night before, I’d spotted a ridiculously cheap Denver and Salt Lake airfare; less than $20. But checking skis and bags would add over $300 per person. Far cheaper to rent equipment and carry our boots and helmets.
Unfortunately, as I discovered when we arrived at the gate, I’d overlooked the $50/bag carry-on fee. Determined to make this a bargain trip, I proposed a work-around. Husband was game.
Carrying only our snow clogs in our converted-to-backpacks gear bags, we boarded wearing our ski boots, helmets, gloves, and goggles.
We enjoyed two terrific days of skiing and flew home in the same outfits. Thanks, Frontier.
