Both of our siblings toil at a ski resort in Denver, Colorado, then my siblings invited our girlfriend and I to come to the resort last year for christmas. They had a swanky beach house rented for us that was just a few miles away from the resort. My girlfriend was pretty gleeful about the occasion to go skiing in Denver, but she was still a beginner, although she was absolutely getting the hang of skiing quite easily. The people I was with and I had already been to a couple of locations close by; I knew skiing the mountainous region of Denver was going to be a thrill and a rush, but when the two of us arrived in Denver, the two of us stopped at a grocery store and picked up some supplies. The people I was with and I got bread, milk, granola bars, and a couple of peculiar types of wine and beer. I suggested the two of us go to a Denver marijuana dispensary before the two of us started driving out to the mountains. I didn’t guess the two of us would pass by any other dispensaries and I doubted whether or not any marijuana delivery services in Denver would come all the way out to the mountainous area. It turns out that stopping at the Denver marijuana dispensary was the right thing to do; Once the two of us got off the interstate, the two of us didn’t pass much of anything. I didn’t even see a gas station until the two of us had driven 17 miles outside of the city. The beach house was absolutely cozy and hot and rustic, however I guess I would have preferred to stay in the town where the two of us would have been closer to restaurants and the nightlife.