Last night we had our date night at the local ski mountain. It’s literally less than a mile from our house, so it’s actually more convenient than the gym. It was 18 degrees not taking into account the wind last night. I am betting the YMCA was warmer, but to the slopes we went. I got to the summit and wanted to capture the beauty.
Ugh. My iPhone camera was set to take my face. Does that ever not horrify? Yay for goggles.
Then I snapped a picture of the night, but it didn’t translate.
Then I held a spectacular yard sale after sliding 65 yards backwards and on my belly. Then there were the snowboarders who were stopped-in-the-middle-of-no-where-in-the-dark-and-oh-by-the-way-I-can’-stop. But in the end, I still had a total blast and will do it again. Although I may hope for slightly warmer weather and natural snow so I don’t have to ski into gusts of machine-manufactured-snow.
How’s 2012 going for you? I recommend that when you make an ass out of yourself do it in the dark and in 18 degree weather, fewer people catch it.
Good advice at the end. Wish I’d had it many years ago when I went skiing at Okemo and took such a good fall that I popped the lenses out of my glasses and had to search for them in the snow. Yeah – that was a fun spring break.
I haven’t skied since college when I took skiing for P.E. credit. Actually…. I can say that the very last time I skied I took a belly flop type of dive and did a Superman type flying deal over an ice patch. Not the best way to make it down the mountain.