When I was in middle school I got to learn how to ski (thanks to you mom and dad.) I would eagerly wait for school to end so I could hop on a yellow school bus and get driven to Snoqualmie Summit where I would get my rentals and take a one hour class and freeski for the rest of the night. I never remember it raining.
It was an after school program called Ski-attle that took us up there and got us back by 11 pm when my dad would pick me up. I have fond memories of dreaming all night of skiing after those ski weeknight getaways, and I was always dog tired and completely satisfied. Not much has changed after a good session of skiing. Zzzzz.....
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