If All The Snowflakes

It finally started snowing yesterday evening, and it's about time. I made the questionable decision to ski on Saturday, when the mountain was packed with Denver-ites and turning into a giant ice rink. I fell on every run I took, was scolded by ski patrol to slow down, and even crashed into a control fence at the bottom of an icy blue. Then yesterday's windchill was -40 at the top, and I decided to stash the skis until my bruised legs have healed and we get some fresh, natural snow. Finger's crossed this storm keeps up.