A love letter to Belleayre Mountain

Maybe it is because this was the first place I ever truly skied.  Perhaps it is a result of the stunning panoramic views in every direction.  It may be because of the friendliness of every staff member I've ever encountered.  Or, it might be because of the all-things-considered reasonableness of the price of a lift … Continue reading A love letter to Belleayre Mountain

Schooled on skiing

I spent most of my childhood in a village nestled in a valley between two (smallish) mountains.  Each of these mountains was home to a (smallish) ski resort.  Despite the proximity of these places to experience skiing, I personally never availed myself of the opportunity.  Skiing was always a bit beyond the budget, a fact … Continue reading Schooled on skiing

Gala is my 2nd favorite word for “party.”

A close second, I might add.  Just for the record, my most favorite is "fete," but enough of language.  Here are the pictures which tell a thousand words!  Seeing as how everyone at the fete event looked like a million bucks, let me add a few additional words of the text variety: This was a … Continue reading Gala is my 2nd favorite word for “party.”

Cross country love

Despite the fact that the conditions were dangerously icy yesterday and I fell multiple times, jamming my thumb really hard once and landing on my ass hard enough to create a bruise that I almost felt compelled to name, I absolutely LOVE cross-country skiing.  If you haven't given it a try because you mistakenly believe … Continue reading Cross country love

From jingle bells to a masquerade gala

Yep, just another day in the life.  December dawned with an appropriate and picturesque dusting of snow, pretty to look at, but not necessarily fun to run on.  I thought the Jingle Jog 5K began at 9:00, but since 10:00 was the actual time, I had plenty of time to stretch and mentally prepare to … Continue reading From jingle bells to a masquerade gala