I just came back from a weekend in Tahoe. Considering I only live a few hours drive away, it was just a question of time before I would have ended up there.
Being from Sweden, I'm no stranger to freezing temperatures, snow, ice or slippery roads. However, being from Sweden has sheltered me from the usage of snow chains and the fuss of putting them on and taking them off. After hours of tedious and noisy driving, I, my husband and our Honda Civic finally made it up the mountains.
We joined our friends late Friday night and on Saturday morning the 14 of us headed for the slopes. I've skied several times before and I actually know I don't really enjoy it, but every time I'm faced with it I trick myself into believing that maybe I will love it this time around. As it turned out, this time was actually better! I'm still pretty sure skiing is not one of my favorite things to do, but I did enjoy myself more than previous times. Two things made the difference. I was only on skis for one day and we were plenty of people on the same skill level.
I wish I loved skiing. I'm fortunate enough to live just a few hours away from good slopes. I have the physical (and financial) means to ski. I really enjoy all the things surrounding skiing, like the aprés-ski and relaxing with friends. But I can't escape the pain, the cold feet and the sore muscles. Add the fact that I have weak knees and that I'm definitely a person who preferes heat over cold and beaches over snow and you'll see why I'll probably never be a keen skier. I say probably never, cause you never know, maybe next time, I will love it!