This weekend we started a second remodel project in our home while feet of snow was being dumped on the mountains. We chose this weekend because of Pres.idents Day and the crowds at the ski areas, and NOW it decides to snow. Bre.ck (my least favorite ski area but I'm turning into a snow-who.re) got almost 17 inches. Yesterday I decided that driving 2.5 hours for 1.75 hours of skiing was a fantastic idea.
The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, the snow was good and I challenged myself to take a run that had just opened and was still powder. A third of the way down the run I panicked because of the steepness, thin base and deep powder. I was so pissed off at myself for letting this stupid short little run get the best of me that I immediately took the lift back up and...nope, didn't do that run again, you think I'm crazy? - I chose a long bump run I had never done before. I kicked that run's ass. A perfectly redeeming moment.