Skiing the foothills

BD was invited to ski the foothills just above our house with some friends. It was a chilly hazy morning in the valley, but above the haze he said it was sunny and warm. My friend Jane could see them skiing down from her front porch, but they were just out of my sight over the ridge. Poor guy, skiing is such a passion for him but he rarely has the opportunity to hit the slopes (sometimes being an adult really bites, ya know?). Plus, I've been pregnant the last two winters and haven't been much encouragement. He is already talking about taking Bee; makes momma's heart skip!

 

 

 

 

Christmas Eve Ski

This year we spent Christmas Eve day skiing at Sundance with Tom & Todd, who have been hanging here for most of December. We feel so special when they squeeze a stop to Utah into their busy world travels, especially when it's Christmas time.The ski day was magical. Partly because of the super light, super fine snow that fell all throughout the day. The snow quite literally looked like swirling glitter in the sunlight. We felt as though we were playing in a picturesque snow globe. Like I said, magical. The snow itself was awesome, I don't remember skiing on snow that soft and dry in a long time. But, I don't get out much. My skiing skills aren't quite what they should be, considering I'm a local and all. But I manage to get myself down the mountain in one piece, albeit less graceful than the dozens of 4 year-olds zooming past. It also doesn't help that BD effortlessly dances circles around me on his fancy schmancy Telemarks. P.S. I only got lost once, thank you for asking.