It was supposed to be, drive up north, stay at a hotel, ski on a big mountain. But things kept getting in the way. My ski boot didn’t fit so I would have to rent, my brother didn’t want to go, my mom doesn’t ski, so it was just gonna be me and my dad going to a closer ski hill a little ways from home. (Note: hill, not mountain.) Then there was a two for one deal at the place closest to us that I’ve been going to for years with my school’s Ski Club… so that’s where we went.

It was still fun! I haven’t been skiing in like two years, but I picked it up fast enough. Got a few pictures of the place, meanwhile freezing my hand off to do so. And that was the extent of my spring break “ski trip.” Spending three hours at my local ski hill. Woo!