Sierra - at - Tahoe

This is a great little cabin that we've been staying in.  Good location, nice kitchen, washer/dryer, clean, etc.  My only complaint is the poor heating of the bedrooms. Well, at least the room I'm staying in.  It's that type of cold in the morning that if you move any part of your body away from the position you are in, the sheets feel like ice.  My alarm goes off, I can hear everyone in the living room, but I cannot bring myself to leave the warm cocoon my body has created during my night's sleep. I make a plan, maybe I'll start to slowly shimmy to the side. No! Too cold, back to my spot.  Perhaps I will slither up and over the sheets and climb over the bed. No! The air is like winter's breath..

Eventually I just have to take the plunge, and dive into the the cold air of my bedroom.  At first I move quickly, thinking that will warm me up, but my body freezes much like the air around me, and I stumble out of bed onto the frigid wood flooring.  Quickly, I scramble for my fleece jacket, slippers, and burst into the living room where there is real heat.

Luckily for me, this morning my mother had made us all pancakes, to help our bodies through the day of skiing.

Sierra - at - Tahoe, a fancy ski resort about 15 minutes from our cabin, was our mountain for the day.

Once again we were blessed with beautiful blue skies and amazing views.

Conditions this morning were pressed powder, which means fast turns and using your edges a lot. As the sun warmed up the snow, it was like Spring slush. Despite the scrapes from bouncing down the freeway, the skis my cousin Jon made me performed beautifully in the varying conditions :)

We made the most of what was open, getting 4-5 runs in an hour, each run covering almost 2000 vertical feet. And we only got lost out of bounds once..

In other words, I'm beat.

Here's a video of Matt recovering from a fall in the woods. 

 I was following him in the trees when suddenly he disappeared. The next thing I saw was a bush shaking violently, and the bottoms of a pair of skis sticking up in the air. I questioned whether he was okay, and the reply I got was, "nothing to see here" as I saw Matt's head appear from behind some branches. Clearly there was something to see, I just wish I had captured the entire struggle he had escaping from the bush.

We have two more days of skiing ahead. If I can get out of bed and survive tomorrow :)