Today is the first day of Holidailies, so here I am refreshing my memory on what it’s like to write in this here online journal of mine. It’s also the first morning I’ve woken up in my own bed since November 6th—I’ll tell the story of the trip that took me away from home for the intervening days at some point. Those are both good things, but even better is that it’s my first ski day of the 2018-19 season. It’s not the resort’s first day of the season; that happened over Thanksgiving weekend, when Mr. Karen and I were away. One of these years my opening day is going to coincide with the mountain’s opening day. I’ve got my sights set on 2019 for that, but we shall see. Only some of the runs are open at this point, which is just fine, as I failed to do any pre-season prep (didn’t even pull my ski boots out of storage until this morning) and my body got a fine workout just on the limited terrain that is available. I’m hoping my ski fitness will get back up to speed at the same rate as the resort opens more terrain, so I’ll be out on the slopes again tomorrow.
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December 1st, 2018 at 10:49 pm
I lived in Colorado for seven years, and never learned to ski. I envy people who can. Or maybe I envy the idea of skiing. Happy Holidailies.
December 2nd, 2018 at 3:40 pm
MissMeliss, skiing certainly has given me a different perspective on winter, that’s for sure. I have a use for all that flaky white stuff. 🙂