If you're able to go a day early and stay a night or two, there are both spontaneous and planned gatherings that are delicious, fun, and maybe even slightly raucous. Of course, since I'm a deficient beer blogger, I didn’t take photos of the beer. Too busy sampling it, I guess. I did get a couple of photos of other aspects of the festival that struck me.
The mountains are spectacular, even when you can't see the high ranges.
Despite all this shoveling and plowing, icy streets and walkways are omnipresent, even at the resorts. It’s kind of encouraging that there’s a place left in the US where they expect common sense, rather than your legal team, to prevail. “Hey, it’s 10 degrees out and you’re at a resort built here because of the snow. Watch your step. If you slip, we’ll maybe help you up and we'll try not to call you a knob.”