on christmas day we left for the frigid catskills to scratch our ski itch. i packed the hot hands (which failed to work) and doubled up on long johns. there is not enough aquaphor in shandaken, ny to fully recover one's skin from a full day of skiing in a blizzard. but i don't remember the last time i've had so much fun.
on the second day of skiing we were greeted with a blizzard that resulted in 15 inches of snow. i led us down a trail that was a bit to expert for my lack of expertise and i soon learned the importance of stopping on a dime. which leads me to the revelation.... skiing is stopping. if you can't stop, you can't ski.