I won’t write 8,700 words about my weekend ski trip, but I’ll give this summary.
I loved every minute of Saturday, including falling down less than 15 feet into my first slope of the day. That was down Candy Cane, but I overlooked that. “Encouraged” by Danielle, my brother, and my brother’s girlfriend, I skied a blue square slope. That was a wonderful adventure, even though I fell on my second trip down Hemlock Branch thanks to an accumulation of ice. I ended the day with a great run down Twinkle, through the Lower Shuttle, and onto Mistletoe.
Loads of fun and no broken bones. I couldn’t ask for anything more.