What I saw were 15 restaurants and their chef’s cooking on their own grills. Chardonnay chilling in piles of snow. Bottles of Stella in buckets of ice. A few 100 people dressed in street clothes or ski gear holding small plates of samplers from each of the vendors. And a ton of Colorado blue sky.
On Saturday it was the annual Taste of Vail Mountain Top Picnic held just above Eagles Nest. Lets talk about a festive atmosphere.
We arrived at the picnic after attempting to make a few runs on the front side before the sun had time to “soften” things up a bit (Chris R has the perfect analogy; “It’s like skiing on corral”). Mr. Sun was only shinning on the back and we chose not to venture that way with the risk of not getting our fair share of grouper fish tacos, cherry bbq ribs, craw fish pie, lemon seared quail, and a few other delectables I don’t remember because of all we tasted to wash it down with. If it all wasn’t so perfect, I would call it decadent. Or maybe it was almost perfect with a little sprinkle of decadence.
We behaved enough though, and rather than ride the gondola the wrong way down, we decided to ski in what was now soft snow. So much fun we did it again. A little warm up for things to come. I can’t wait for the “Mother-In-Law Picnic” coming to a ski area near you soon.
Stephanie and Randi chow down……But where is Greg?
Ahhhh….All the comforts of home.
……..And ……Relax.
