Super Bowl-ski

The forecast wasn't too promising for today's skiing outing.  However, the rain had stopped by the time we got out on the slopes, and though clouds hung low and made it rather foggy at the top of the mountain, the snow quality was good.  On our previous ski-trips this year various combinations of cold, conditions and my personal demons have prevented me from really having a good time. But today everything seemed to click into place and I enjoyed every run (and there were many).

The Girl hooked up with a snowboarding friend, so we didn't see much of her all afternoon.  I skied a few runs with the Boy - well, I say that.  We rode up on the lift together a few times, but once on the slopes he didn't hang around for the likes of me. He just merrily swung his sticks over his head before tucking them under his arms, pointing his skis and hurling himself down the mountainside.

By early evening we almost had the mountain to ourselves.  American skiers had headed home early for that annual cultural event, where they all sit around eating chips and chicken wings, watching commercials that are occasionally interrupted by some sort of sporting contest.