Ski Day

We started at Government Camp and skied up towards

Timberline Lodge in a blizzard! Seriously. Icicles

were forming on my glasses and gloves and snow was

exfoliating my face. It felt like millions of needles

attacking my face. I learned that there is gym pretty, and

mountain tough. I'm no where near mountain tough.

I was a panting pansy;)

Timberline Lodge is beautiful. I love that it was

built entirely by hand during the peak of the Great

Depression.

I deserved a Spanish coffee! This should have been
dangling in front of me as I skied. I might have hustled
a bit more. My legs are mush...
I'm such a pansy.