My Dad, a former competitive skier, always greeted the winter season as an opportunity to glide down new mountain slopes. As a result, dropping temperatures always made me literally and figuratively shiver. I anticipated the annual trek to the mountains,and those Black Diamond trails that my father insisted were green zone slopes. The past few winters we’ve checked off Sundance, Santa Fe and Montreal off our lists–but somehow we’ve never made it to the Radiohead of ski resorts: Aspen. But instead of navigating a new town vertically, I was eager to experience Aspen on a dryer approach. In an effort to squeeze in some après-ski (minus the snow), Jacey invited us to her family’s cabin for mulled wine and an intro of what Aspen has to offer. Having a well-seasoned host in any given city always makes for the best kind of tours, and after a guided drink at Woody Creek Tavern, denim shopping at Boogie’s and dinner at the illustrious Hotel Jerome, I’ll confirm that Aspen is as promising as what you’ve read, and that’s not just the hot toddy talking. Thanks for the good times, Jacey!