Winter Wonderland

So the title’s a little misleading. But after talking to my Dad today, I’m thrilled about the prospects of a totally awesome ski winter, just not in Minneapolis.

I can’t wait for a friend trip to Lutsen at the end of the month. We’ve rented an eight-person Condo for three nights near the mountain (I mean that least-literal sense of the word). And my Dad e-mailed me today asking if I wanted to go with him for a four-day trip to Utah. We’re going to go to Snowbasin, Alta and Park City.

The best part of it all is that my cousin Steph gave me her old snowboard so I’m going to be able to do that too, not just ski. It’s a good thing I’m pretty resilient, because I have the feeling I am going to be launching my battered body at the hill hundreds of times.

You know, you’re not a real skier unless you can carry all of our equipment at once. Does that mean that I’m not a real skier/snowboarder unless I can carry all of my ski and snowboard equipment at once?