ski bum.

I have not been on a family trip for quite some time. I didn't really grow up going on family trips, and it has never really been that big of a deal to me. However, when I found out I was going on a ski trip in December, I was thrilled. I like exercise, I like to run, and I am a pretty active person. However, I am not super coordinated. I fall...a lot. I run into things...a lot. Needless to say, I've been called "a hazard to myself" and unfortunately this runs true most of the time. Fortunately I managed to not kill myself, and cannot wait to strap some skis on again. The result of all of this was a relaxing and much needed weekend with my family.










The only bad thing that came out of the trip was more fuel for my intense desire to live in the mountains. A tiny cabin in the woods, a garden, fireplace, good music, and the beautiful outdoors? I think so.