When I was in my twenties, early thirties, I barely went into the base lodge. I’d boot up at my car and swing into a mid-station lodge for a quick drink of water and a bite if needed, and sometimes swing by the bar at the end of the day to share a brew with friends. As you, dear reader, already know though, a lot changes with kids in tow.
When I had my first son in 2017 the base lodge became core to my on-mountain experience. When he was a baby, we’d set up shop for the day in the lodge and my husband and I would swap out for runs. Sometimes we would run into friends who would watch him for a bit while we snuck a run in together. My son would get a bottle while I sipped on my Sip of Sunshine. It was pretty wonderful to share that base lodge community with him.
