I got the Blues
Breaking up the time in Raleigh between Christmas & the New Year, the family and I headed up to the Wintergreen Restort in central Virgina. The drive wasn’t too bad, just 3.5 hours. The weather was cooperating for the driving portion of the trip, staying in the 50s or 60s. However, that meant it wasn’t cooperating for our prime intention — skiing.
Continuing to however around the 60s, we peeled off most of our extra warm clothes and gave it a go. Turrns out it wasn’t so bad — some of the slopes (in particular, 2 of the greens) were closed. After spending the morning with my brothers & helping them learn to ski, I headed off with my brother-in-law Jason, to tackle some of the blues. Admittly, a bit reluctant at first, they ended up being my favorite. Something about fearing for life for a few seconds and the relief of not having died that follows. (Hopefully.) Best of all, it seems everyone who went has got bitten by the ski bug now, to the extent people already want to plan our next trip. Most excellent.
