Easter out of the mountains

I don't remember having experience many Easter Sundays outside of my mountain environment. Perhaps just eight, while we were leaving around New York from 77 to 85, but that's about it.

So this one Easter spent in Charleston, SC, is just number nine, which in percentage is significant, but doesn't add much in terms of memories. In fact, even in the mountains, Easter was just another ski day, mostly spring skiing in theory, but often quite wintry in reality.

I can survice an Easter Day without skis on, but not too many. The main bonus of course is that I won't get hurt on the snow and I must admit that we had lots of fun riding our bikes on a beautiful beach, as a family, early in the day, so Happy Easter to all!