The snow was pelting my eyes. Shielding my face, I struggled to see and attempted to make it down the hill upright. I wasn’t crying, but that didn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face and creating a thin layer of ice on my...
It was a mild winter day by Minnesota standards--the temperature was hovering around 10°F and we were itching to get out on the slopes for the first skiing session of the season. Plus, it was Micah's birthday, so we had to get out and go...
After my last failed attempt at skiing in the mountains, I was a bit apprehensive at giving it another try. Sure, I had a few chances back home to practice on the tiny slopes in Minnesota, but I wasn’t sure it was enough before heading...
Skiing in the mountains was a completely new experience for us. I've mentioned before how, after a 16 year hiatus, we finally got back out on the slopes again this year. And, until our first trip to Utah, we had only skied down the tiny...
So, I haven't been skiing since I was in 8th grade, and since I'm nearing my third decade of life, 8th grade was quite some time ago. I was 6 when I learned how to ski and we used to go a few times a...
