In my ideal world, I would get to spend two to three days per week in the mountains doing various activities which would be dependent on the season i.e. hiking, snowshoeing, skiing.

My ideal world would kick ass.

My “real” world however, doesn’t afford me the free time to get up into the mountains as much as I would like.

I’ve often called the mountains my “sanity” or “peace of mind.” Being one with nature makes me happy, not to mention it rejuvenates and ground me.

I swear, I could write sonnets about the damn mountains.

On Sunday, despite my better scholastic judgment (homework is overrated, right?), I worshiping the snow gods and thoroughly enjoying the fresh powder they threw down along with the company of one of my best friends, Heidi.

Heidi and I on the ski lift.

 

We ran into some friends at the lodge who we met for a brew after shredding the mountain. Ha! Who am I kidding?  Heidi and I are solid BLUE skiers. We gracefully carve our way down the mountain. You can hardly call our style of skiing “shredding!”

While having a beer, our friends they told us an absolutely appauling story. They said they sat next to two guys from San Franciso on the lift who said they had been in Park City for three days to ski and today was their last day. They continued on to say how they had such beautiful weather for the past three days and now, on thier last day, they get this shitty weather.

WHAT? Um… excuse me?

Only people from San Francisco* would consider a perfect powder ski day – which wasn’t very cold either – “shitty weather.”

Sheesh. 

Here’s hoping their flight back was delayed by our shitty weather.

Also, that the sanity I got while in the mountains keeps me grounded through the rest of the week.

Oh and if it’s not too much trouble, that the snow gods put in a good word with the homework gods for me!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

*no offense if you are from San Francisco. But a little respect for the snow, man. This is Utah after all.

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