THE Ski Trip

was lucky to be part of the wonderful Ski Trip with my friends... Set in an awesomely romantic spot, romantically titled as "Kissing Bridge", it was the trip of a lifetime... Being my first date with ski blades that were as tall as me, my (poor) feet were struggling to adapt to the rude ski boots on a bright, but a too early, Saturday morning.. Weathering the initial bouts of nervous interactions, my feet synched perfectly with it's crude date, and were on a roll.. It was typical paradox at its height, with kids fearlessly churning out a-perfect-10, while the adults fearlessly crashed & rolled & were slathered with snow... and am losing count of the umpteen times I landed with my ski blades flailing in the air... Was my perfect day in recent past...

The day was not yet over, but I'll keep the rest for future blogs..

(Photos comin' up..)