Steamboat Springs less a key

Arriving in steamboat always brings a smile to my dial. For my fifth winter I've made my annual pilgrimage to the slopes of Steamboat Springs with its famous Champagne Powder and friendly faces. No less than 24 hours in town and I’m off to a Christmas party at the top of the Gondola. You’ve never heard so many Patsy Cline covers (she’s an old school country singer who I actually have on my iPod… don’t judge me) nor seen so many variations of both ladies and gents dress cowboy boots – just two more reasons why I love this town!! Naturally, being a local event I see several people on my list to tell that I’m in town and it’s great surprise as I haven’t been around since spring. A good night is by all until I get home with the realisation I'm less one house key… Feeling like the terrible house guest and deliberating my options for 15minutes (none) I knock and scramble into the warmth. The next morning feeling a little scared (yet to apologise for previous night’s mistake) I then break the tap in the sink… what a day…!! Little did I know the day was going was on it’s way up.