I decided to hate broccoli when I was seven. It wasn’t the taste or the texture; I choose to hate broccoli for no reason at all. Similarly, I once made up my mind to hate all snow sports. It wasn’t a completely baseless decision, but it only took two failed attempts at snowboarding to crush my competitive ego and sour me to all snow-related activities. While I eventually came around to broccoli, I’ve remained adamant that any mountain-based travel has to take place in the summer.

So when my editor told me I was going to Telluride—a destination that makes ski enthusiasts salivate—I was baffled. “You know I hate snow, right?” There must be some mistake. As it turns out, youthful stubbornness doesn’t matter much in the workplace, and I packed my bags for a snowy adventure.

Despite my certainty that I would never like snow, I found the local enthusiasm for skiing infectious from the moment I boarded the cramped flight from Denver International to Montrose airport (one of the four airports serving Telluride). David and Doris in seats 16 B and C called it the most beautiful place on earth. “The great thing about Telluride,” David assured me, “is that it’s not just for experts. They have double greens and double blues . . . everything. No matter what your level, you can find something on that mountain.”

On the shuttle to Telluride, strangers repeated the refrain: “You’re going to love it.” The mountains? Sure, I could already see that. The town of Telluride is nestled in a box canyon, and the majestic San Juan Mountains scale up on all sides. From the top of the ski lift, you’re among geological gods, looking out on a rugged, peak-filled horizon. It’s a heady view, but taking in the sight of 13,000-foot mountains is not the same thing as hurtling down them.

What most people refer to simply as “Telluride” is actually two different towns: Telluride and Mountain Village, home to the Telluride Ski Resort. A free gondola connecting the two makes everything in the area ski-adjacent, but when we pulled up to the Madeline Hotel and Residences in Mountain Village, it became clear that I would be practically sleeping on the slopes.

I prepared for a day of face planting by layering two pairs of Point6 socks, a SmartWool base layer, and fleece leggings under my snow pants. “Actually, the only thing you want inside your boot is your sock—one sock,” the expert at the Bootdoctors rental shop laughed as he handed me a pair of boots to try on.

“You shouldn’t have to ski in pain,” he explained, demonstrating the boots’ progressive buckles. “That’s what turns many people off from skiing on their first try.” Sure, but I seemed to remember my aversion to snow sports had less to do with my feet and more to do with my backside. I stomped around the store and practiced bending my knees while he grabbed the finishing touch: a beautiful pair of magenta Wagner skis made just down the street.

“Have you ever skied before?” my instructor, Steve, asked as we stood in the fenced-off lesson area. “Once, when I was three,” I replied, glaring around at the toddler-aged pupils who seemed more comfortable on skis than I ever could be. With a genuine enthusiasm that I tried to match, Steve began at the very beginning—how to step into skis. All my suspicions were confirmed as I bounced up and down on my bindings, repeatedly failing to click in. This might be more difficult than Steve had expected.

But despite my early reservations, skiing turned out to be surprisingly easy to pick up. Steve was a patient and methodical instructor, and I was gliding back and forth across the learner’s area in no time. We took on the short hill between Mountain Village and the base of the run and, miraculously, I stayed upright. Next, we followed an easy trail past the nearby Madeline Hotel, and the change of scenery made me feel like I’d graduated to the next level.

Everywhere was blissfully empty. All my fears of somersaulting down bunny slopes, taking out everyone around me, and creating a massive pile-up of angry snowboarders quickly dissipated. As we shuffled through a lift line only two people deep, Steve explained that this lack of crowds was normal and that, in fact, January was actually one of the busiest times of year. I felt immediately protective, worrying that my newly discovered secret spot would soon be found out and become overcrowded. But I later found out that both the town and the resort are intentionally small, and—thanks to low-development zoning and the ski-loving resort owners—are going to stay that way.

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A Beginner's Guide to Telluride
Despite its reputation as an expert’s haven, Telluride, Colorado, is actually a dream vacation for novice or beginner skiiers as well. There’s plenty to explore slopeside, but here’s what to do off the slopes, no matter what your skill level on them.
By Maggie Fuller, AFAR Staff
Courtesy of Madeline Hotel
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    A BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO TELLURIDE: STAY
    Stay as close to the action as possible at the Madeline Hotel. Located in the heart of Mountain Village, the hotel is literally steps away from the chairlift—you’ll wake up to sweeping views of the San Juan Mountains and then roll out of bed and onto the slopes. Cap off the day in the contemporary chalet’s rooftop pool and hot tub, watching the stars twinkle and the snowflakes swirl.
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    GEAR UP
    Telluride takes its skiing seriously, so it should come as no surprise that it takes its ski gear seriously as well. Established in 1986, local institution Bootdoctors has a reputation for quality and expertise at all three of its locations. Rent your boots and a pair of Wagner skis (made locally) at the Mountain Village location; for a bigger selection of apparel and hardware, take the gondola down to either one of the two downtown Telluride locations.

    At the end of the day (or when you break for lunch), you can leave your newly acquired gear with the Telluride Ski Resort’s Ski Valet, who will safely store your skis and keep your helmet and boots toasty and warm under a heater.
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    HIT THE SLOPES
    With over 2,000 acres of skiable terrain, 148 trails, and a variety of ski-in restaurants and rest areas, the Telluride Ski Resort is a veritable playground for skiers of all skill levels. Beginners can take classes at the resort’s ski school and experts can take advantages of the double black and double black extreme runs, as well as hike-in terrain and a snowshoe and Nordic area.
    Photo by Maggie Fuller
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    BREAK FOR LUNCH
    Step off the slopes and fuel up with a burger or soba noodle bowl from Mountain Village’s Tomboy Tavern. If you plan on heading back out for round two, you may want to save the Bloody Mary for later—it packs a punch. It’s also worth the 15-minute gondola ride to Telluride for a saucy pork belly or tuna carpaccio taco from the spicy local hangout Tacos del Gnar. Pair two tacos with a plate of cheesy tater tots and you’ll be shred-ready in no time.
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    SWITCH IT UP
    With no parking lots to navigate or traffic to battle, taking an hour break from skiing is refreshingly easy. Pop down to explore the town of Telluride’s boutiques and historic buildings—including the site of the bank that launched the legendary career of Butch Cassidy—or treat yourself to a massage at the Madeline Hotel's spa. Target your sore muscles with the Spirit of the Mountains hot poultice massage or rebalance your energy with the Gemstone Ritual.
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    GET YOUR APRÈS ON
    Celebrate the day at one of Mountain Village’s finest with a local craft brew from Telluride Brewing Company or a hot chocolate spiked with some locally brewed peppermint schnapps from the Telluride Distilling Company. Head down to Telluride to check out There, a local favorite known for its global fusion snacks and jam cocktails. Stir blueberry jam into a gin/citrus combination or warm up with pepper jam and tequila.
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    ALPINE DINE
    Finish off the day with a casual pizza and brew at High Pie (gluten-free eaters take note: High Pie’s GF crust is crunchy, pillowy, and unbelievably good), or go for historic elegance at The New Sheridan’s Chop House Restaurant where the “From the Grill” menu is outstanding, and the coconut mussels are a local favorite. For a truly unique dining experience, catch a snowcat to the on-mountain Alpino Vino, a five-course taste of the Italian Dolomites.
    Photo by Matt Kisiday

We’d been crisscrossing under the chairlift on my third or fourth time down the small slope when Steve looked over at me, smiling. “Wanna try some powder?” We veered off into the deep inches of fresh powder. Suddenly I felt like I was floating. Everything went quiet: My skis merely whispered against the snow and even the shouts coming from over the world’s smallest hill were muted. Filled with a bubble of exhilaration and joy, I finally “got” skiing. I understood why people around the world don a ridiculous amount of clothing, schlep unwieldy gear, battle traffic, and brave inclement weather for a few days of skiing. That feeling of flying is worth chasing.

Expert skiers love Telluride because everywhere you look is skiable terrain. But even as an absolute beginner, I found a wealth of territory to enjoy, especially once I started doing real runs down the mountain. We’d start with an easy green circle trail, and then branch off onto a short double green with some simple bumps or drops to experiment on—or in my case, fall on. Once, we even veered onto a short blue square—yes, a blue square on my second day of skiing! I was elated and every new section of trail boosted my confidence and adrenaline. I couldn’t believe that I was skiing just like—well, just like people who actually ski.

Every time I hit the bottom of the hill, I’d rush to the chairlift to go back up again. But learning a new sport is exhausting, and I was grateful that the ski resort was so close to the town. It was easy to take a break and hop the gondola down to Telluride to refuel with a pork belly taco at the heaven-sent Tacos del Gnar before hitting the mountain once again. (I really liked skiing, but the easy access to great tacos may have been what convinced this California girl that this was love.)

Almost as rewarding as this newfound addiction was my official introduction to the age-old tradition of après-ski. When the lifts shut down at 4 p.m. the doors of the bars and restaurants swing open. It’s finally time to kick back, raise a well-deserved glass of local craft beer or spiked hot cocoa, and toast to this heaven for people who love skiing—even if they don’t know it quite yet.

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