Ski'd Row

Yes, I know this is LATE. But things have been just a little busy this spring. We finally got a chance for a little R&R in late February--Lake Tahoe Style. Both Koby and I got on skis for the first time--at Squaw Valley, site of the 1960 Winter Olympics. Unfortunately I didn't get photos of Koby, but according to his instructor, Cat, Koby stayed out the longest of his Squaw Kids group.

Mic and I took a first-timer lesson, though he didn't need it (I did!). I think he was just trying to protect his body for the Boston Marathon. Ben and Anh are already experienced skiers, so they went their own way. After several falls and learning to contort my knees in a way I'm unaccustomed to, I was flying down the bunny slopes with the rest of the the ski-virgins.


When we weren't in the après-ski hottub at our little lakeside bungalow (luckily there are no pictures of this), we were eating, drinking and making merry. The second day we went to Mt. Rose ski resort--much easier and less overwhelming than Squaw, though it did have very strict rules (see photo).


Dennis didn't end up skiing, as he was getting over a nasty flu, but he did find a way to exercise nonetheless. Again and again and again.