Every year, nearly 400 Boothies descend on the slopes of the best ski resorts, to blow off some post-finals steam. This year at Steamboat Springs, Colorado, was no exception. While some packed their prized ski and snowboard gear, others dug out their costume closets. Days were packed with shredding the gnar, whipping out condo culinary-crazies, and draining out hot springs. At night, we turned up to showcase our shotski skills as narwhals, pandas and butterflies (mostly narwhals).
On day one, the slopes of Steamboat witnessed the finest display of neon, multicolored onesie-skiing and snowboarding, with wipeouts going unwitnessed. In the unlikely event that we missed spotting one of 400 on the slopes, some also skied as pineapples. Nightfall always promised an extravagantly themed party and the MVPs of the evening’s holiday party were Mrs. Claus and her Christmas Trees (pictured below).
As if cutting fresh snow and learning how to pizza wasn’t enough, Booth turned the heat up a notch with a mid-mountain race and day party. And if that wasn’t impressive already, there were taco trucks serving us up on the mountain. If a few of us gave the slopes a skip that day, we rode gondolas up at night anyway. ‘Rumble in the jungle’ was the jungle-themed party on the mountain, helping Boothies extract maximum value from their early b-school animal onesie purchase (amongst other things).
The days soon began to blur into hours at the hot springs, saloon-style pub crawls, more snow, more condo-time and village visits, and a 90s party. Each day saw a new set of MVPs and LVPs named for their effort (and lack thereof), while we continued elaborate breakfasts with old friends and chairlift-conversations with new ones. Steamboat turned into Boothville for a week, and it took us a hot second to fall into the routine of needing an afternoon dip in the hot-tub. To the fresh and weary-eyed alike, the town’s Christmas spirit was infectious, ending the quarter with the warm winter memories. B-school trips have an uncanny way of exhausting and refreshing you and so was the week at Steamboat with equal proportion of pedialyte-consumption and grocery runs. For most 2Ys, ski trip is the penultimate excuse to live the life of Riley. 1Ys on the trip are adequately trained, through observation and instruction, to the continue the legacy of high spirits (pun very much intended).
Shout out to the real MVPs of ski-trip, co-chairs Kelyse, Larry, Kaitlyn, Charles, Rachel and Wilm. Thanks for the daily hydration reminders and for bringing us all back in one piece.