- Fresh, ungroomed powder
- Continuous natural snow throughout the day (but not so much that I couldn't see)
- An entire day of skiing. Enough said.
- Sitting next to an attractive ski instructor from Berkshire East on a lift
- Getting the gold chair on one of the lifts on the North Face
- Bruised shins - I love battle scars
- New snow pants and mittens (mittens > gloves)
- Moguls that actually had snow left on them (much preferred to the icy bumps that are generally left around at the end of the season)
|Only pansies stay inside during wintertime.|
- Gale force winds and slow lifts
- Hoards of children wanting to show off their MAD SKILLZ because it was "youth pay their age day" GET OFF OF MY LAWN.
- Totally eating it...on a lift trail where lots of people could watch and laugh
- Waking up at 5am to catch the bus. And consequently becoming Queen B*tch, from the land of "I Hate Everyone and Everything" for the next couple of hours.
|Deliver me from misery.|
Furthermore, skiing makes me feel like I'm exploring in Narnia (major props to my girl Izabel here). I love the snowy evergreens and scampering and fluttering wildlife. I like thin, secluded trails and interesting glades. I've never gotten to a ski resort through a wardrobe, but I'll find Narnia, yet. Wait for it... Bring on the Turkish fudge and the ice castle.
|And I'll be best friends with Mr. Tumnus. Obviously.|
Okay, so now that I've presented myself as slightly neurotic and enamored with mythical snowy lands, who wants to rent a zip car for a day and go skiing with me once we get back to school? I won't even talk about Narnia. Much.