21 February 2010
Repeatedly, I'm sure.
For years, the Spouse Thingy and I have talked about giving skiing a try. Talk is all we've done, though, even though we live just a couple hours away from at least a dozen premiere ski resorts.
So now that the ski season is damn near over, we've decided to give it a whirl. He has a couple of weekdays off instead of weekend days--which means he doesn't have to put in for time off, which seems to be kind of hard to get right now--so we're counting on there more being a royal crush of people, and we're going to head up to Sierra-at-Tahoe near South Lake Tahoe, take a cheap beginner's class that includes equipment rental, and we'll try to not die.
You know what's going to happen if we don't die, right?
We're going to love it. And then the snow will melt within two weeks, leaving us until November to be able to do it again.
If you're a NorCal skiier, and there's a sudden heat wave, I apologize. It's our fault.