Join us at the Wedgewood Lodge to view the Budweiser International Snow Sculpture Championships!  The sculptures will be under construction from January 27 - January 31, with judging to occur at 10AM on Saturday.  They will remain as long as weather permits until February 8.  We are currently running a special if you'd like to join us and see these beautiful pieces of work firsthand!  Book a reservation beginning on Sunday, February 1 or after and stay for two or more nights departing by February 6 and receive a 15% discount! This year, as we did last, the Wedgewood Lodge is sponsoring...

This week we had the distinct pleasure of meeting with Val, our rep with Summit Express, for some BLTs and chit-chat. Surprisingly, Sarah and I forgot to ask Val if she is a fan of the Walking Dead. Because Sarah and I? Are apocalypse obsessed. Just ask Joel at Charter Sports who stops by rather often to talk about skis.  And zombies. I'm sure Brigitte and Kate were relieved. Ahem, where was I?  Ah, yes.  BLTs.  And the awesome Val.  Seriously?  Val is great.  And we all had nice chit-chat, lack of apocalypse plan discussion notwithstanding. Oftentimes...

In fifteen years I've yet to go to the Post Office or the City Market without running into someone I know. Generally the number of people I run into would seem to be in direct correlation with the lack of effort I put into looking presentable that day.  Naturally.  A good friend of mine recently posted on Facebook that she loves living in a town where, upon realizing she had forgotten her wallet, she continued grocery shopping confident she would run into someone she knew who would spot her the goods.  And, of course, she did.  I've had many similar experiences.  My children...

I have been under contract to buy a house since August 26th of this year. It has been…something else.  Actually, it's always something else.  I gave them everything.  Pretty much anything I'd touched in the past six months that had a number on it.  Only to find out they needed something else.  An explanation of this $20 deposit, a picture of a dollar bill drawn by my eldest.  A side of fries.  You get the idea. For the record, I have not closed yet. It has been delayed twice since October 1st. Though, the other day I was reassured it will happen. The underwriting...

Typically I spend my birthday whistling nonchalantly and pretending I don't know what day it is.  Well, that's what I've been doing for the past four or five years anyway.  That wasn't the case this year.  This year I decided I wanted to start off the home stretch of my thirties with a big splash. At the Wedgewood Lodge we work with Performance Tours and they give our guests a discount.  I contacted Kevin to book our trip and then spent the following two weeks riling my children into a feverish frenzy of excitement.  Because how else do you think Moms have fun? On...

I have not ridden a bike much at all in the past twenty years.  The extent of my biking prowess is giving my all to keeping up with my seven and four-year-old on a jaunt around the block.  And, even the round-the-block jaunts find me a little wobbly.  When someone says, "Don't worry, it's like riding a bike," it gives me pause. So when an e-mail reached my inbox informing me that the front desk gals, of whom I am one, were going to be taking the Vail Pass Bike Tour with Charter Sports (because it's really a good idea to have some notion of the activities we are suggesting to guests...

Zube: All righty, let's see who has to be nice to who in the office today. *flipping to the horoscopes on the last page of the Summit Daily* Zube: Nice!  Four star day for me!  Oh, Beth, you're going to have a four star day, too! Beth: Great.  So we don't have to be nice to each other. *Brigitte strolls in* Zube: Brigitte, Brigitte, Libra.  Uh-oh.  Only three stars.  Beth, we have to be nice to Brigitte today. Beth: We always have to be nice to Brigitte.  She's the GM. Zube: Heh. This horoscope check?  Is a morning ritual.  Except on Sunday...

Usually somewhere between 8:05AM and 8:30AM the topic of conversation around here will turn to what everyone plans to have for lunch. And it carries on intermittently throughout the morning. Every once in a while it quiets down. Like when Beth is eating her grapefruit. Or I'm eating my ramen noodles. (Yes. I really just said that. I'm old enough to be President and I still eat ramen.) And when Sarah or Brigitte are drinking their fancy shakes. Well, they call them juices but I personally contend that juices are made of things that grow on trees. Like apples and oranges. However, things that grow...

Greetings and Salutations! I figure an introduction is appropriate for our very first bloggy post here on our very brand new website, so let's start there.  My name is Teresa Zube, but most folks around here call me Zube.   I worked at the Wedgewood Lodge for eight years from 2002 - 2010 as Group Sales and Marketing Manager before I decided to take a two-year hiatus to try my hand at being a Stay-at-Home-Mom. While I thoroughly enjoyed the two years I spent wrestling socks onto indignant small people and insisting we were going somewhere to younguns who had no intention of going ANYWHERE...