Too lazy to go skiing!

Yesterday was a “blah” day; gray, cold and windy and for a while, I mentally debated if I should or shouldn't go skiing. It's funny what can go inside one's head when one is fortunate to live in a ski resort and is older than 30. For millions of people who claim to love skiing, that should never be a question. For the fewer fortunate ones who can afford to invest in an $8,000 family ski vacation, this is not even an option.

Everyone of the five days in Park City will be a skiing day, period. For me it's different, because I'm a spoiled, lucky one and should be penalized for thinking so lazily. They ought to take my pass away from me for two full weeks! At last, by noon I had decided that I would go skiing after all. I went, braved the apparent dreary weather and had a fantastic time, so much in fact, that while I had promised my wife I'd be home by 4 pm, I had to call her that I was staying for “a little more...”