For Thanksgiving weekend, I blew off my family and friends, ignored the stuff I need to do to get ready to move and flew to Utah for a ski weekend all by myself. Probably not the best of timing since there had been almost no snowfall, but the resorts were making snow.
There were only about three runs open while I was in Park City, one of them the go-to run of my childhood, which was challenging to my adult self who hadn't even looked at skis in nearly four years. (The top of the run was hard to photograph from the lift but is rather steeper than this bit.)
And after three days of going up the lift and watching people on the alpine coaster, I bit the bullet, paid the $20 and rode it myself.
It was a blast - worth the money for one ride, but unless I was with a child too young to ski all day, I don't know that I'd do it again.
I was there for three days worth of skiing without a single flake of snow. This weekend though, out with my high school group for the Alexandria, VA Scottish Walk?
Sigh.
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