On Sunday, Dave and I were pumped and ready to ski. We try and take advantage of the weekends we are home and get up into the mountains. So, we had 2 lift tickets we had won from his school's silent auction. We packed the bags the night before, I rented skis, we set the alarm, and hit the sack. Dave was overly giddy with excitement (not a big surprise). As the alarm went off the next morning, we sprung out of bed, put on our gear, and were just about ready to walk out the door when Dave walked in the room with the BIGGEST look of disapointment on his face. He held up the ticket we had won that read, "Valid Monday through Friday." We were so bummed. Seeing the sadness on his face, I encouraged him to see if we can't work a deal with the ski resort. We called, and they denied our request. We had our snow gear all packed up and lunches made, why not go snow shoeing?
We set out for Kings Canyon. We both really love Kings Canyon over Yosemite simply due to the lack of crowds. The last time when went up to Yosemite we crossed paths with at least 50 people, not to mention the screaming kids and il-prepared teenagers complaining about wet clothes. Needless to say, it didn't feel like we really, "got away." With our luck, Kings Canyon would be quiet and peaceful - and it was.
We started out on our trek when I quickly became aware that my body wasn't happy I was there. My stomach cramped up and nausea overwhelmed me. It ended up being a VERY short snow shoe adventure, but we redeemed the time by taking some silly photos and enjoying each other's company.
Oh Sierra Summit Ski Resort, we'll be back for you next time!
No comments:
Post a Comment