|The group minus one guy who was face down on an air mattress|
Tahoe hadn't received much snow in a few days and we were worried about the condition of the slopes. As our group piled into the rentals and made our way to Heavenly Ski Resort, we were more than happy with the conditions. Not only were the runs nicely groomed and had plenty of snow, we had blue skies and sunshine. Much better weather than we had been having back home.
The views from the top of the mountain could not be beat. I've skiied from Switzerland to Italy, and every trail in Jackson Hole, but being surrounded by snow capped mountains with a crystal blue lake in the very center, shining like someone spilled thousands of diamonds in it is by far the most beautiful view I've ever had while skiing.
By the end of the day, we were all very happy to stop at Fire & Ice, a bar at the bottom of the mountain. They had these great outdoor fire pits that felt like perfection after a full day of skiing. We met up with the rest of our crew who had also spent the day soaring down the mountainside.
That evening the group set down and had a home cooked dinner together like family. It's pretty humorous to shove 17 people in a house and see what happens. Some of us knew each other pretty well, others were meeting for the first time. That night we ventured out into the nightlife of Lake Tahoe. None of us are gamblers, so our options were really limited. When I say really limited, I mean after we spent a little time in two different casinos, Scott and I were ready to call it a night.
Day two on the slopes was a little windier than day one, but having the sun shine down on your face can make just about anything seem close to perfect. It was a little cloudier, but the view was still perfect. I would find myself stopping while skiing because I wanetd to take in the views. The mountain wasn't crowded, mostly due to skiing on a Thursday and Friday and avoiding the weekend crowd. Scott and I skiied by ourselves for half the day. We skiied from California to Nevada which just sounds fun to say (or type). Watching him ski is so amazing because he does it so effortlessly while flying so quickly down the mountain, he's almost a blur. I love to watch him.
We met up with the group and the girls and I headed off to ski at a slower pace than the boys. It's always fun to ski with the girls because there is never a competition as to who can ski down the mountain the fastest or who can knock the other girl over. That's just the difference between guys and girls I guess.
Poor Scott being the people pleaser that he is, tried to figure out a way to accomodate everyone. I, on the other hand, not being a people pleaser thinks everyone else should put on their big boy/girl panties and take care of themselves. I announced the car was rolling out in X-minutes, we were going to X-place, and people could either come or go. That's how you have to make decisions in a large crowd. It ended up being Scott, myself and our frined James. James has accompanied us on every ski trip Scott and I have taken together. I adore James and last year when Scott and I had to share a room with one of the other guys, I picked James to share our room. He's just one of those guys that is so incredibly easy to get along with and he is kind and considerate.
We asked a local where the best pizza place was and she told us about a place called the Blue Dog. Atleast I think that is what it was called. Anyway, we walk in and the first person I see is a very old friend (I'm talking from 10 years ago) that I used to go dancing with in Wyoming. My brain couldn't decide if it was her or not, so when I was close enough, I said her name and low and behold she turned around. How bizarre that out of all the bars in the world, I walked into the one with an old friend. It was so great to see her and catch up. Old friends bring back great memories.
The pizza was amazing and before we knew it we were back at the house. The group got a game of "Things" going, which turned out pretty crude and hilarious. That's what happens when you get a group of crazy kids playing a game and a pint of whisky is involved. Some of the crew wanted to go out after that, I wanted to curl up in bed and read a book. So that is what I did.
There was a beautiful sunrise over the lake as we drove to the airport the next morning. It was SuperBowl Sunday and a lot of travelers were sporting their jersey's. As we landed in St. Louis, we stopped in TGI Friday's to have dinner and watch some of the game. Another ice storm was hitting the mid-west, so we headed home after finishing our meal. It wasn't until about 10:30 that Scott and I walked in our back door and collapsed.
Overall it was a great ski trip; the house we stayed in was good, we had amazing weather, ski conditions weren't anything to complain about, and we had our own bedroom. Next time, there are a few changes we will probably make prior to signing up for a group trip. Possible couples only (excluding my friend Kristen because she's awsome) because otherwise they complain (daily) they should have a single room over one of the couples, not joining a group larger than 8 because it is too chaotic when trying to figure out lodging/rental cars, etc., and taking an additional day off when we return home so we can recoup prior to returning to work.
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