The wonderful weekend away is over, and I am kind of sad. Not sad that I am no longer in an weird uncomfortable bed in a hotel room that can't decide whether to be super hot or super cold, but sad to have left the mountains! I kept waking up at 4am and being super cold and rolling up in my blankets. For three straight nights. But before I go to sleep I feel like I need to be in shorts and a tshirt. Seriously the room needed to make up its mind.
I spent two amazing days skiing and snowboarding. I can't believe I actually did pretty well snowboarding. Granted I went sideways down the steep hills. I am not fearless enough to brave enough to test my balance and stopping skills on a steep hill unless I'm on ski's.
On the last day we were so exhausted after a full day of skiing that we crashed in our hotel room. I somehow acquired a WiFi signal and surfed the net for an hour. I started reading TSD's blog and busted out laughing (as I usually do) and my cousins all leaped on me to try and see what's so funny. That hurt. Teenagers are heavy.
I have a lot of wonderful memories and pictures from that trip. I finally discovered that it IS possible to run up a steep hill in ski boots when you feel like you need to rescue someone. It'll just look funny as hell while you do it. It's also very tiring and you will want to give up halfway through.
I didn't want the weekend to end.