Meanwhile, back at the ranch (my tiny one-bedroom apartment in Vail, Colorado), it’s been spring snow, spring snow, spring snow. The storms have been rolling in one after another with staggering quantities of the fresh white stuff. We recently had a reported 44 inches of snow in a seven-day stretch.
When my mom came out to visit from Louisville, Kentucky—where spring flowers are in full bloom—the climate change came as a bit of a shock. We had to buy her a hat and a scarf before heading out in town to participate in a spring food festival called Taste of Vail. We were able to take advantage of breaks in the weather to participate in the Colorado Lamb Cook-Off in Vail Village and the Taste of Vail picnic at Eagle’s Nest. This festival created quite a good reason for gluttony, as wine merchants set up tents, and the best restaurants in the area were whipping up delights such as wild boar sausage (mom here, exclaiming “WILD BOAR!!!”)…
…lamb empanadas and lamb sliders (featured at the lamb cook-off), among other goodies. My mom happened to meet one of the wine merchants on her shuttle from the Denver airports, so our cups tended to be overflowing at the on-mountain picnic.
From the Eagle’s Nest picnic site, we were able to look out over the Vail Valley…
…and watch the snow clouds come rolling back in.
Taste of Vail