Skiing

We got to go ski for the first time this season on Martin Luther King Day. It was expensive, and I sort of felt guilty about spending the money. In fact, I sat down and had to think about it after we had driven up there to Swiss Valley Ski Area and found they were charging the holiday rate. We have been at zero cash flow, or nearly so, up until Friday. Jay got a check for a bid that he had worked on last year, or there would have been no way we could have even driven up there. At any rate, we decided to go. I needed some fun in my life, and we needed the exercise.

I love to ski. I want to be a very old lady and still able to ski down those slopes. It isn't like skiing on mountains here. There really aren't anything close to mountains around here within a few hours driving distance. So we ski on hills. It's okay. I still enjoy it. The thrill of abandoning caution and really speeding down the hill, it's almost like flying. I like getting out there and watching the other skiers, too. It is very therapeutic to be out on the snow and challenging myself to do better than the last time I went.

I would really like to ski on a real mountain someday. I promised myself that I would. So, one of these days when we are out of this financial slump, I am going somewhere with real mountains for the purpose of skiing on a REAL MOUNTAIN!