Slippery Slope II
As I indicated, we spent Saturday skiing at Crystal Mountain resort. We were thinking that the day would be at least partially clear, but that clearing part was extremely partial, and a lot of the skiing was in fog as pictured below:
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I did start to feel my ski legs, and got off the bunny slope and onto some longer intermediate slopes, which was fun and gratifying. I don’t think I’ll make a habit of returning to the slopes, though. It’s an expensive day’s play, and no one else I know does it. But this weekend was a cool way to break away from routine (as long as I didn’t break anything else).
Living here with mountains visible in one direction or the other, we forget how striking it is for flatlanders to turn a corner and see snow-covered peaks. In fact, I still get a thrill when Mt. Rainier peeks out from its shroud of cloud, as it did on the drive home. I couldn’t resist stopping for a photo opp:
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We finished our tour-guiding with a seafood dinner at Chinook’s, at Fisherman’s Terminal in Seattle.
Lovely shots of Rainier in its “strawberry sundae” incarnation”!
Yes, very pretty indeed.
I’m not a big fan of ski trips, either. So much trouble and expense. The schlepping, the gear, the lift tickets, the lines, the schlepping, the boots, the pants, the runny nose. Did I mention the schlepping? Even at fancy joints like Deer Valley, it all seems like such a slog to me. You’ll find me be the fire with hot chocolate and a book.
I’ve only done cross-country skiing and that has been years ago. I’m with KathyR, but I’ll leave her to her hot chocolate and I’ll have a bit of cognac.