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3 a.m. Well at least we made it. Yes, fellow Utahns. I headed east and away from a storm poised to dump up to three feet of snow on the Wasatch this week. That's because no matter where you live in ski country every tour operator, ski resort head and freelance ski writer looking to network (ahem) is in Beaver Creek this week for the annual Mountain Travel Symposium. I'm still a bit unsure as to what goes on at a mountain travel symposium but I am determined to investigate this thing that has steadily grown year after year as some sort of braintrust of ski tourism.

The seven-hour drive through Heber to Vernal to Meeker, done through Rifle, Colo., Glenwood Springs and arriving in Avon should have put us in at 1 a.m. but when you've got a four-year-old in tow you expect delays. One even involved tiny legs squatting by the side of I-70 and another when my companion Bonnie won the Colorado Lottery ($10 on a $1 scratch card). The hour right now, however, well, let's just say arrggghh.

It was a relief to park, ride the elevator and thrust open the door to the kind of comfort Deer Valleyish guests find commonplace. The Elkhorn Lodge is everything you'd expect from the name- rich 'mountain' furnishings, royal bedding and granite; with a few moose and elk trinkets thrown in.

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Sage passed out in the king bed almost immediately. It wasn't a second too soon. She's got a busy day today testing the "world renowned" Beaver Creek Ski School. I'm more interested in the hot chocolate chip cookie ritual that takes place daily at 3 p.m. at the base area but if I tell that to Sage won't focus on her ski school lesson.

Ok, Drifting off. More tomorrow. Or today I guess I mean.