I pulled an Aunt Marci. For some reason she seems to come down with a cold the day after every single snow storm. It got to the point with her old job that there was an unspoken understanding that she would need a substitute to come teach her students if that powder was fresh.
Yesterday, I told work I wasn't coming and I drove up to the mountains for a day of skiing...and it was amazing.
My awesome work buys 4 season passes to a local mountain every year and you get two chances in the season to use them. Yesterday was my day.
Wednesday night I laid out all of my clothes and gear at the foot of my bed in preparation for the day. That whole night I couldn't sleep. I kept walking up thinking about turns and feeling the chill air in my nose. We left the house only 45 min later than planned (pretty typical for a ski day) and headed away from real life and up to a care-free wonderland.
We pulled into the parking lot and I was astounded by how vacant the resort was. I've never really skiied on a week day and the whole resort was ours for the taking. We spent most of the day on the greens teaching my friend how to snowboard. I didn't really mind because it gave me a chance to really work on getting my technique better. It was also really interesting to think about my own learning days only 3 years ago and ruminate about how much I've improved since then. Also, I realized how much I appreciate my friends and family who waited so patiently with me while I was bumbling down the hill.
We stopped for lunch and ate overpriced sandwiches that made everyone feel gross.
I had two very interesting conversations while riding the lifts.
I ate a stale asiago cheese bagel to keep up my strength.
And, I didn't fall once all day.