Peter and Alicia: Valentine's Skiing

For Valentine's Day this year, Peter and I went skiing. Oh, how things change. A few years ago, I NEVER would have wanted to go skiing, especially not on Valentine's Day. I think Shannon said it best, "You know it's true love when someone can convince a Keddington girl to go skiing."

But, with that said, I really do enjoy it. I am a bit particular on what I think consists of a good day, though. It can't be too cold, too crowded, too icy, no moguls, etc.

We went to the Canyons this time and we had a lot of fun. They have a run that starts at 10,000 feet. Oh boy, it was high up. And I am afraid of heights. Peter wanted to take a picture of us up there, which was fair enough because the view was spectacular, but he just kept backing up closer to the edge of the mountain. I made him come away from it before I would go stand by him.

Anyways, from this lift, there were only black diamond or double black diamond runs to take you down. Obviously, I wasn't going to do any double black diamonds, so we only had one option. Unfortunately, this run had moguls (see above disclaimer). Lucky for Peter, because I would not have been pleasant, this run was wide enough that I could just take a really flat angle and cut across the moguls. I thought we had gotten past the bad part when we got to the edge of a mountain where we couldn't see the bottom. I went to the edge and looked down to see a mountain that was almost straight down AND had moguls. I was not pleased. But, I just decided to get it over with. (After I let the people behind us go because I don't like it to be crowded.) Long story short, I basically slid down that mountain on my butt. It was quite the adventure.