Back from Ski Trip

So, I learned to ski last week which was a big step . I didn't break anything either, which was another big step. (or both were big slides rather depending on how you look at it) Never having gone before, but having heard numerous horror stories about ski injuries, I had it in my mind that ski slopes must have gigantic animatronic trees that pop out directly in front of you or something - but no. There is merely the fear of hurtling head long down a mountain side and that’s about it.

After four days of practice I even made it down a blue at my wife’s urging. I only spent a small amount of that attempt face-first in the snow. There were even pictures to prove it. The only pictures of last year's snowboarding attempts are of me sitting down on the board in the snow, which was pretty representative of the entire experience. I had a hard time understanding the purpose of the snow board: it seemed to be a transportation device that was only capable of moving you about a foot and a half in a random direction and then dumping you off.

I also had a chance to go snowshoeing which was also a blast. The fun part is that your feet randomly sink about two feet into the snow whenever you step "just so". Though no moose were encountered directly, the promise of moose sighting kept us poised and alert.

We got stuck in the Salt Lake City airport for about 12 hours on the tail end, which was the only downside. Somone in a nearby airport lounge chair was playing some sort of electronic phone game that went "Bee---oop---oop" every ten seconds or so. I couldn't see who it was directly though because there were about 10 people stooped over their phones, and it would have looked wierd to wander around attempting to triangulate the sound. I suppose that in some version of Hell, everyone else is given a little beeping electronic toy except for you. "Bee---oop---oop".