I was up at 5:30 this morning to drink my coffee, make breakfast, and throw lunch together for a day trip to Ski Liberty with Maxine. I managed to get her out of bed around 6:15, and we were on the road by 7:00. She and I are the only true ski enthusiasts in the house, and it’s not a cheap day, so we were all content with it being just the two of us (Edwin got what he wanted: a trip to the Asian grocery store and a chance to drive the truck on the highway with his dad).
This is a very modest mountain, the one I learned to ski on in the 80’s. With only a handful of trails, you’ve pretty much seen it all in a couple of lift trips.
It was just what we needed: a road trip long enough to sing the entire soundtrack of Mean Girls on the way there and a good portion of The Book of Mormon on the way home, and one final taste of winter before the crocuses come up in earnest.
My Corner of the Village 