Friday morning I woke up realizing that the scratchy throat I had all week was not, in fact, allergies. I had started popping zinc on Thursday thinking that just maybe I had something other than tree pollen and wildfire smoke bugging me, but it was too late. Still, it wasn't too bad so I bucked up and managed to ski the day feeling pretty good. The good snow was pretty much non-existent, but at least the groomers were ok. After all I wasn't really pushing it because I didn't want to be too sick to ski the next day. Needless to say, I was hardly a party-animal Friday night and after dinner pretty much passed out. Yay vacation!
Saturday we realized that I had booked a ski-in ski-out hotel in a certain resort town, and that they would let us leave the car in the garage until we were done skiing. One teeny problem...I swore off that mountain earlier this year after a sucky day of winds so high the lifts kept stopping, frozen goggles, and general annoyance at the disaster they've created developing the main base area. (love staying in the town, though, it can be a conundrum).
Anyhoo, we decided that since the 10 inches of powder did not fall as predicted at other ski areas, and we could literally walk across the street to ski down to the lift, it would be as good a mountain as any. We timed everything perfectly, warming up, immediately getting in two runs at the top in the bowls before the lines got long and managed to avoid said screwed up base area all together. Finally, a halfway decent day on that mountain! I don't think I've had one the past two or three years.
Today the head cold has firmly settled in which is a bummer. I was hoping to get more stuff done, like figure out if we can take another mini-vacation to wine country in a couple of weeks. Do you know how hard it is to get excited about planning a vacation when your head feels like it's two sizes too big and you can't hear anything? Yeah, not so much planning going on although with this supposed "vacation" two weeks away I have to figure something out. I don't know if S really wants to go, he's been tepid about the whole idea, despite his insistence that he wants to go on vacation. He just wants it to be a cheap vacation I think, and this certainly won't be once the plane tickets, car rental and crappy hotel are added up. But, I want to go because I know that once the baby is here I probably won't be seeing my friend for a long time unless she comes to visit us. Besides, I want a fun weekend with a fun girlfriend who lives in a fun city. I should probably just buy the plane ticket, huh?
...and, if I have something to look forward to maybe I won't stare at my phone all day willing our caseworker to call.