Last weekend Leslie, Virginia, Grammy, Poppy, and I went for a ski trip! This was Virginia's first time to Tahoe and first time seeing snow. The trip up there was a grueling, suspenseful, white-knuckle ride, in which the whiteout conditions on I-80 caused CalTrans to close the highway at the mountain pass for several hours. We were on the verge of giving up and returning to Roseville, California (45 miles in the wrong direction) just to get a hotel room and some sleep. But in the end we waited it out and, after the road eventually reopened, picked our way into North Lake Tahoe and our condo at Northstar. It took us almost ten hours. We were drop dead exhausted.
But the weekend proved to be worth the trip. The snowstorm laid fresh powder all over the mountain, and apparently suppressed attendance. We had great snow and manageable lines all day long on Saturday. And Grammy got to cruise all around the Northstar Village with Virginia.

My buddy Nathan joined us for skiing on Saturday. Despite the fact that this was just his second outing ever (the last one was with me last year), he cruised all over the mountain with us. At the end of the day he successfully navigated his first black diamond run. I knew he had it in him. Leslie got a chance to get her ski legs back after a pregnancy-induced hiatus last season. And on Sunday, since no one else wanted to ski, I was able to bomb around the mountain on my own and set new land speed records.
All in all, a great trip. Glad we got at least one in before the end of the season.