My family tree has a lot of branches. Through marriages, divorces, children, grandchildren, deaths, and remarriages, we range in ages and interests from Sesame Street to CNBC. Miraculously, we all seem to get along well enough to travel, but finding somewhere with something for everyone is about as simple as deciding on pizza toppings. Especially in the winter.

But when we opted to travel together to Snowmass, the appropriately-named sprawling ski village just outside Aspen, everything just clicked. Whether we skied, snowboarded, or sat in the lounge sipping bourbon, everyone came back at the end of the day loving whatever they’d done. Continue Reading