
The first time I ever skied was shortly after Tom and I were married. I think it was in November of 2000. Then, the second time I went skiing was, hum, lets see... Saturday. That's right, it has been 8 years since I've hit the slopes with skies. Why was this year different than the past eight?
Let me break it down:
Prego... nope
Nursing... nope
Babysitting... available (thanks Heather)
Ski gear... check (thanks Monica)
Ski passes to Deer Valley... check! (thanks Paul)

With the bases covered, Tom and I decided to go for it. I have to say I was a little bit nervous (who wouldn't be on their near first attempt on the mountain), but it turned out to be a great day. It
was a bit cold; we were told the high for the day was 6*!
Well, I'm definitely not a pro by any means, but Tom was patient with me, and it was really fun. I'm already plotting a repeat. Anyone with me?
