on friday after work, my sister and i drove to Becky's for the weekend. Kendra was there too, which was great! on saturday we left at 6.30 for copper mountain, so we finally beat the weekend traffic! (last time i went was over super bowl weekend and it took ~4.25 hours to drive the 1.25 hour trip.)

skiing was amazing! the weather was perfect. the company was perfect. the snow was perfect. twas a wonderful way to end my skiing experience! (next year i'm going to try snowboarding)

i don't mind going on lifts with people i don't know, but i had never gone up with a young kid. once Allison and i were at the front of the line to get on the lift and there was a ski school leader who asked if we could take one of her kids up. then she said, "oh, wait, how old are you?" "twenty...uh...five" came my response in a question combined with a statement tone. "are you sure?" "yes."

so this little tyke joined us. he was from denver and was there with some friends. we kept asking him his age, but all we could get was that his birthday was september 20-something. (i'm guessing he was 4 or 5.) when we got to about the 1/2-way point on the lift, he said i needed to help him off at the top and he quickly grabbed my hand. we were still a few hundred feet from the top, so i just held my hand there while he tightly gripped mine. he said i should just pull him off the lift, which brought on mental pictures of me pulling this poor kid's arm out of its socket and he crying and screaming for me to let go. i was thankful that the worker at the top was glad to help him off.

Becky and Kendra had made pb&j and ham and cheese sandwiches for our lunch. we were all hyper from the wonderful morning, but when that first bite of food was consumed, all was quiet. we were all amazed at how delicious the sandwiches were. then Allison and i realized that we use the same bread at my place. the other ingredients were also very similar. i also ate 1/2 of a banana with the sandwich. even that tasted really good, despite me not liking bananas too much.

later in the afternoon, i was going through a tree trail and panicked because i thought i was going too fast. so i crashed right in front of a tree. the rest of the way down, i saw a few wonderful tree trails, but had lost my nerve. luckily it came back the next time down. skiing wouldn't be near as fun for me w/o tree trails! it was then that i realized how fine the line between an absolute thrill and serious injury is becoming! :)

the rest of the weekend consisted of more hanging out and driving home...and then i pulled my first post-collegiate all-nighter. :-\ more on that to come.