So we've continued to get little bits of snow every few days. We have a ground cover of about six inches right now, with certainly more to come. All this snow and the Olympics being on makes me think about skiing. Although I'm in pancake land, all I can think about are the mountains. The last time I went skiing was back in 2006, with my Mom and my sister. It was quite a hilarious trip! My Mom and I enjoyed it - my sister, not so much. Perhaps our 2 minute "detour" on the double black trail was enough.Anyway, I think that when I graduate and finally get a real job and a real life (although I resent the idea that my current life is not part of the "real" world- as if I'm living in some parallel universe) I think I'll take up skiing as a hobby. That would mean I'd have to live somewhere near mountains... Makes me think of Frassati, to whom my blog is dedicated, and about whom I have not spoken in far too long, who wrote: "Every day that passes I fall more in love with the mountains; if it weren't for my studies, I would spend entire days up in the pure mountain air, contemplating the greatness of the Creator..."
