We just arrived home today from our ski trip to Boone, N. Carolina, and I'm tired, but in a good way.
This is the view from the summit, and that drop off is the black diamond, which I did for the second time this year! I could have spent all day on it, but my partner/daughter is an intermediate skier, so I had to wait patiently for my turn to challenge myself. It was thrilling!
Skiing is bittersweet for me now, because it was such a passion, and now I live in S. Carolina and my husband doesn't want to ski anymore. I love him for coming and supporting me still at least once a year, and this year I saw my daughter really start to love it too, but every time I ski I remember what I'm missing.
I never was anything more than a member of ski patrol in Wisconsin, but I was REALLY good at skiing, and it defined me for many years before I went to S. America. I'm not bragging- because if you passed me on the street with my little brood in tow, you would never guess that about me. So many of you bloggers have that special talent, like jewelry-making, poetry, art, photography, etc., but my little secret talent is skiing.
Here's my little ski partner!
And here's to the wind whistling in my hair as I fly down the mountain!