Skiing

Ian finally took me skiing here in Oregon. It has only been I think 6 years since I have been. We went night skiing/boarding at Skibowl with his little brothers. It was really fun, and I think I sort of remembered how, until we got to the last little hill down to the lift. For some reason they decided to make that a medium run, and you had to go down it to get to the lift. Let's just say I wasn't so in control on the way down. As long as we stayed on the easy runs, I did okay, and it was actually enjoyable, and after I went and traded my skiis for some shorter ones, I actually looked like I knew what I was doing most of the time. I really came to realize my body just isn't what it was 3 kids ago, and, so I didn't break another wrist, I stopped a little early, and sipped my hot appple cider in the Lodge while Ian went up to the black diamonds.