On Monday, back when we actually had snow, I got to campus just as the Physical Plant Department was starting to get the campus roads and walks cleared. Since the main drive hadn’t been cleared, the snow that had accumulated on it was packed down pretty hard (which was surprising considering that there shouldn’t have been that much traffic on campus between the time of the snow and my early arrival after dropping my Dad off at the airport). As I stepped out onto the snow covered road, my first thought was, “Mmmmm… Packed Powder… Must go skiing…”
I’ve only been skiing a couple times, but it has been enough to determine that I love it! My first time skiing was with my Boy Scout troop. After that, it wasn’t until Megan invited me up to her home in northwest Pennsylvania along with some friends several years later for a ski retreat of sorts that I had another opportunity. That being so, I had to relearn just about everything, but Megan was a terrific instructor. As a testimony to her instruction, though I started the weekend adamantly asserting that I would in no way try a black diamond, by the end of the weekend, she convinced me to give it a try, and I survived! The following year, when I returned to Megan’s homestead I was actually looking forward to black diamonds! Unfortunately, moving to Missouri has put a stop to my winter ski retreats at Megan’s house for the past two years, so I’m missing the slopes.
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me tooo. I do miss skiing. (even though I was too wussy to try the black diamond… )