This weekend was ski trip 2008, The Year that ___________. Insert a past-tense weather verb (rained) or a rare occurence (Jay Peak closed) or a conciliatory activity (we went snowmobiling) or a gastronomical exclamation (the bourbon maple syrup pork chop was delicious) or an unfortunate planning mishap (Corey forgot his boots in the back seat of the Vibe and caused everybody to drive 90 miles back to Nick's house to get them) and that will suffice as the title for this trip.
On the last day, day four of the trip and day 1.5 on the hill, the sun softened the ice and Nick and I carved hard while Gram tried to feel better in the lodge. Four runs does not a ski trip make, but in that hour and a half all was right with the world. Plus, as Nick pointed out: maybe this was some holy punishment for all the fresh we got last year.
While I was gone Jenelle basically rocked the house. She rocked 'Gray Screen' onto the walls and ceiling of our bedroom. She rocked the moguls of detritus out of the loading dock and restored it to front room status. She rocked a decorative stripe in the guest bathroom and a week's worth of food planning. Other than that I suppose it was a pretty laid back weekend.
Thursday, March 13, 2008