About a year ago we moved out of our Steamboat home while it was torn to pieces and given a major facelift. We spent many challenging months moving our family of 5 from place to place, care taking homes of dear friends while they vacationed around the globe. Fast-forward a summer of stress, and one too many moves we finally surrendered and rented a place.
After one day in Kitzbuhel #2 a Condos in Steamboat property, I was kicking myself for not checking in sooner. It is not every day you get the chance to vacation in your hometown, but I think I may do it again this year, just because!
Like all Condos in Steamboat properties, the place was immaculate on arrival and fully equipped with everything we could possibly need. The kids took no time to settle into their cabin style bedroom and make the entire top floor their own den. We had a master suite that would have made the pickiest celebrity content. The oversized bathroom was a godsend for bathing my large tribe.
Our everyday routine morphed into holiday mode every time we returned from the mundane school runs, and chores. Daily dips in the swimming pool, games on the tennis court, or a hike on the mountain (right out the backdoor), made a welcome break from daily tasks. Our kids made new friends zipping about on their bikes, or playing hide and seek in the trees. We renewed our own appreciation of this little town by listening to the tales told by visitors, most of them repeat guests.
Even dinner eaten around the oversized table felt alien from meal times at home. No phone ringing or random visitors, just everyone eating and watching the light changing on the mountain. Days would end with a soak in the hot tub, or a movie on the extra large TV.
Despite being “local guests”, nothing was too much trouble for Dan and Kim. Technical questions with the Internet, making trash day, understanding the heating system, maintaining the hot tub, you name it, and they had it covered. We felt utterly spoiled to the point I almost hoped our builders would run over the schedule. Alas it was not the case.
As I reflect on our experience at the Trails at Storm Meadows, Kitzbuhel #2, I am seriously contemplating a little vacation this summer and I’d only have to cross the highway!
Story by Suzi Mitchell and mother to many!