Saturday we woke to beautiful blue skies and 30 degree temperatures as we approached the miles of terrain at Squaw Valley. A perfect definition of the bluebird days every skier hunts like prey. I did my best to keep up with them but both Nate and Rick were mammoth on the mountain. When I couldn't keep up to them in the powder I begged a few groomers. And found I couldn't keep up there either. Finally, we compromised. I took the run at my own speed while Nate and Rick hit it at their pace. I finally got used to them waiting at the bottom for me.
Later that night Rick's wife and daughter arrived from N. Cal and we had a great dinner of blue cheese burgers {cooked to perfection by Nate} and great conversation with a few other friends that braved the looming storms.
Sunday it snowed and blew. Visibility was nil. I decided to stay in the snuggly lodge and watch the X Games on TV. It was nice to have some time to myself to relax and mentally recharge for the week.
Nate and I got to the airport with a few hours to spare. Only to find that our flight was delayed four hours. After waiting three, the flight was canceled and we were sent away. Nate and I were a good team; he booked new flights for Monday, I booked a hotel room in the booming town of Reno. An hour later we were stretching out in a king bed glad to get a comfy night's sleep.
After several additional hours of wait on Monday afternoon, Nate and I caught a flight and landed in Salt Lake to heaps of snow. We shared a plate of nachos at Squatters pub with some friends and watched two free screenings of Sundance award winners before coming home and dropping into bed. You know when you've had a long weekend or a particularly long day...doesn't it feel so great to finally be home?
Here are a couple of photos from the weekend.
2 comments:
Sounds like you had a great weekend.
sounds so nice!
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