Pete, Liz, Joel and I drove up Friday night to meet some of our Seattle pals in Leavenworth, which is a bavarian dream.
We skied at Mt. Stevens on Saturday. It’s so warm up there right now. By the middle of the day, the lower parts of the runs and the lift lines were sopping wet. I have basically forgotten that normally you’re cold when you ski. By early afternoon, accidental moguls formed on a bunch of the hills and I kept getting stuck in drifts of snow and then tipping over.
I was exceptionally brave and allowed myself to be convinced to try some blue squares. We did the first one as a group after lunch and I thought I might have to build a little cabin in the middle of it and make a go at living there. There was just no way I was gonna be able to get through that run. But someone brought me up my computer and a space heater and I live here now. Hogsback blue square run on Mt. Stevens. I’m f*ing freezing but at least I stuck to my principles.
Sunday we went to Lake Wenatchee. Sometimes you backpack miles and miles to get to a glacial lake with mountain views. Sometimes you just drive up with a bunch of turkey sandwiches and a portable badminton kit.