Today I went skiing for the first time ever. Ok, I tried to go skiing once, when I was 13, and I fell riding the rope tow to the top of the bunny hill, couldn't get up, got mad and stomped off the hill. I set off this morning planning to prove to my 13 year old self that I could successfully navigate not only the rope tow but the bunny hill as well. The ski resort we went to is amazing and is supposed to have fabulous view, or so I'm told. It snowed all day today and we were in a cloud most of the day so I didn't see much of the view. However, everything was very quiet and peaceful and the chair lift seemed to be a magical ride to nowhere.




Here's the one time I could almost see the view.

I am proud to say that I not only survived the rope tow, I also survived the Magic Carpet, the chair lift and even graduated to the green run after lunch. The green run was a little scary as by the time we got there visibility was so low that my instructor would say "follow me" and after about three seconds I couldn't see where he, or any of the other members of my class, had gone to. But I made it down the hill and am afraid that I have acquired yet another expensive habit.


Triumph!