Yeah, that was this weekend’s trip. Notice I didn’t say crazy adventure. No, I didn’t have to get up at 3am, then sleep on a bus for four hours, ski, ski, ski, ski and then go back on the bus freezing and hungry. Did I mention also soaked to the skin? Yeah. That too.
Nope, the trip to Stowe was in high luxury and style. I got to sleep until 8am in a bed in a hotel room and get driven to slope, which was 10 minutes away. After yesterday’s skiing, I got to soak in a hot tub. After today’s skiing, I got freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Should I go on? Well, no I don’t want to get hate mail. Needless to say, I have the greatest family ever, who I have infected with this skiing obsession.
The views. Never do they fail to amaze: