“I’m from New York City,” writes Post blogger Michael Conniff, “and nobody ‘hikes’ in New York City. They might take a walk crosstown, or skip the subway here and there, or wander along the West Side Highway by the Hudson. But nobody hikes in New York City, not really, so for a city boy like yours truly to be hiking at all at Beaver Creek Resort made me a bit of a novelty item. Not that the wife, from Ohio, would be faring much better. She had to be coaxed out of her Crocs and into hiking boots and the Leki polls practically had to be thrust wholesale into her hands before she would budge. And yet, thanks to our guide, Nick Fickling of the Beaver Creek Hiking Center, and our host, Katie Adamson of the resort, we managed to gainfully hike a modest two hours or so, without once screaming ‘Uncle’ or even ‘Mommy.’”