Two winters ago, when the Kardashian clan paraded around Vail Village and Lionshead for a week and glamped for the paparazzi, locals reacted to the visit as they would a multi-vehicle pileup on Vail Pass: fascinated, yet horrified, they couldn’t help but gape. After all, this isn’t Aspen, where Gulfstreams and Lears are ostentatiously parked on the tarmac at the town’s main entrance like so many Maseratis and Lamborghinis. Luxury defines Vail and Beaver Creek, but it’s tastefully woven into the resort fabric, and goes above and way beyond heated gondola seets and sidewalks and hot-from-the-oven chocolate chips served on silver platters in the ski yard. Discreetly, we peel back the velvet curtain and offer a glimpse of how the other half luxuriates, Vail Valley-style.