Monday night, rather spur of the moment style, Don and I decided to go skiing.  We bought a 4-pack of tickets back in November, but due to scheduling conflicts, doctor’s appointments, cold and very windy weather on many Tuesdays which is the day Don can go, we (meaning Don) had only used one of the set. In addition I have been less than enthusiastic about skiing this year and could quite easily find excuses not to go.   I don’t know why I haven’t wanted to ski this year.  I do still have some anxiety about falling and hurting myself -but it’s been five years since that episode, so I think it’s time I got over that.  And I hate to be cold.  And what if the roads are bad. And on and on and on.

So when Don “casually” suggested on Monday night that he’d really like to get in one more day of skiing, I decided to put aside all my excuses  and go with him – the man that would do almost anything for me.

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It was a beautiful day  – sunny and warm with a beautiful blue sky.  As soon as we started up I-70 I remembered why I like to go.  The Colorado mountains are magnificent!

I had never skied Arapahoe Basin, and Don had only been once before, but armed with this

we joined the crowd (which was actually too small to really be a crowd) at the lift line

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and started the day at the top of this lift.

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As the day went on and I got my ski legs under me, I got a little more adventurous and took the second lift up to some blue runs.  It was great!  My only injury was a badly bruised thumb as a result of a very unspectacular fall (and on a green run, no less) that resulted in my thumb being smashed between the packed snow and my ski pole.  But it will heal without any surgery or rehab, so no big deal.

What a glorious day! And when it was time to head home,  I was the one who insisted on “just one more run from the top.”