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Friday, March 23, 2012

Dreaming of Sking


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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