Our first two days back home from our southern Ohio visit have been nothing short of perfectly normal. We had lunch and catch up (disambiguation: not the condiment) with the Clifton trio. And, of course, coffee from Morsels. On our way out of town, Tony and I stopped by Clinch Park so I could
play with my camera take pictures of the wind-sculpted icicles that had formed along the beach-side railings. When you don’t have feet of snow to work with, you take what you can get. I still think they look cool.
Considering our abject seasonal snow failure, we debated whether to ski. Leaning toward “no,” we unloaded some grocery staples from the car, after which I quickly and capriciously leaned all the way toward “yes.” You see, last year we tried to get the most out of each visit to the slopes since we didn’t have a pass. Last night, I thought: we have passes and even if the skiing isn’t great, at least we’ll be out there for a bit having fun. So that’s what we did. I had serious trepidation (seriously folks: sweaty palms). What if I forgot how to stand up? No, I think I can still do that. But what if I don’t remember how to pizza hard enough and can’t stop, even on the easy runs? Worse: what if I can’t turn to slow myself after I’ve decided to go down a medium blue run? Yikes.
But we suited up and things came back just like riding a bike. Actually, it was better, because there was no bike seat mashing uncomfortably into my flesh. I left the toasty-toes in the car, so my little piggies were a mite chilly after almost two hours, and we still needed dinner. We did a few easy runs to re-introduce ourselves to the hills and then graduated up to medium. The snow wasn’t great, since it’s mostly man-made, so we were not pressing our luck down the steeper runs. We had a great time anyway.
It snowed lightly all night, and most of today we had beautiful, fat fluff consistently falling. Around 3:30, I tried my hardest, and finally persuaded Tony to go
for a ride take more pictures. That went about like this: “Want to go look at the lake?” He’s a tough sell. The snow was coming down pretty thick, blocking out the far-away shores of Torch Lake, but it was impeccable winter scenery out there, and a perfect excuse to actually wear my snow boots. 🙂
Oh yeah, and I made peanut butter filled cookies today. If you’re a peanut butter and chocolate lover, these are for you. I’ll get them ready to share soon!