the week I tried to go skiing 3 times.

This winter I had big aspirations.

I was determined to hit the slopes on as many days off as I could.

Everything was turning out great until all that snow in December.

Zero inches.

Well, fine then.  There will always be January, I said to myself.

My new (used) skis were sharpened, hand warmers purchased and new fleece ready.

I was pretty much unstoppable.

Then the country had one of the first Winters in history with the lowest snowfall across the country.

Of course we did.

However, because I live in the lovely state of Washington, where it is gray most of the year, we got Snowmageddon.

As you all know, this meant 3 inches of snow in Seattle, but

107 inches at Steven's Pass in 14 days!

The snow has arrived.

I could finally get that ski fix I had been waiting ever so patiently for.

Until it was the week when I tried to go skiing 3 times.

During the week I tried to go skiing 3 times, there happened to be just a few days when it was either snowing or pouring on the mountain.

The few days happened to fall on the days I went to the mountain during the week I tried to go skiing three times.

Seriously?

Day 1 was the best.  I skied all day, but couldn't walk afterwards for two.

Day 2 it was white out conditions, ended up turning the car around, but got to go on a shopping spree.

Day 3 it was pouring, fell out out of my car on the ice, soaked through my Uggs (these are not rainboots, just in case anyone was wondering), had to get the car jumped, left the mountain (again) and spent the day on the couch watching terrible television.

All during the week I tried to go skiing 3 times.

Luckily, there was still day 1.

MegO and I.  Psyched!

Weeeeeeeeeeeee.

Pretty mountain.

MegO and Blake.

We skied together for a couple of hours until my legs were throbbing, I couldn't see 2 feet in front of me and the lift lines were on my last nerve.  Oh yeah, the backside was closed due to high winds.  Of course it was.

Oh, the joys of skiing.

Fortunately for me, I ran into a bunch of friends in the lodge.  Made some new friends.  Bar hopped.

Yes, we bar hopped at the ski mountain. 

Chicken wrap, 3 beers., and 1 shot later.

I was ready.

Skiing all afternoon was a breeze!

Note: Always wear your ski goggles, while taking shots, for protection.

Afternoon skiing.  I made another new friend, Heather, on the ski lift.

Got to visit a special dinosaur on the way home.

If I had only known what the end of the week I tried to go skiing 3 times would be like.

Probably better off that way.