Happy Tuesday! I hope you all had a good weekend.
I, for one, am beat. I’m still recovering (and thawing out) from a weekend at Sunday River in Maine with my friend Laurel. Laurel’s mom was kind enough to put up with our shenanigans and take us skiing a ton when we were growing up, but life has gotten in the way and we hadn’t been up there in a couple of years. We wasted no time in reverting back to our 14-year-old selves and had an awesome weekend skiing, apres-skiing, and laughing like loons.
We drove up on Friday after work, got some dinner down the road from our hotel at the Matterhorn Ski Bar and then hit the hay at a moderately reasonable hour to rest up for a big day of skiing. We were a little nervous when we woke up on Saturday morning to this:
The skiing was pretty good in the morning and we bopped all over the 8 peaks that Sunday River has to offer, but it got a little icy in the afternoon so we stuck to a few trails that we knew were okay. We skied until the lifts closed and then thawed out in one of the base lodges in a bar called The Foggy Goggle for a few beers before hopping on a shuttle to get back to our hotel. We stayed at The Summit, which features an outdoor pool and hot tub that looks out onto the slopes, so we hung out in there for a little while to finish thawing out.
After we showered and huffed down some dinner, we ended up taking the shuttle back to the Matterhorn to watch a band that we had been hearing about all day called Last Kid Picked; they were really good and we had a blast listening to their covers.
We hit the hay at a less reasonable hour and were even more nervous when we woke up the next morning to this:
So we tossed on a few more dozen layers and hit the slopes for what ended up being an even better day of skiing than the day before.
We skied until about 2 before heading back to the hotel to get our stuff together and start the long drive home.
We didn’t make it very far before we both did a double-take and had to turn around to verify that we had, in fact, just seen this:
Well, more accurately, elk. Since it’s not every day that you drive by an elk farm, we pulled over so that we could go introduce ourselves.
We considered trying to fit that tiny baby elk into the car but thought better of it when we saw his mom giving us the hairy eyeball.
They say that hindsight is always 20/20, but I think we made the right choice on this one.