It was the same temperature as yesterday, 9 degrees, but with WIND. "Look at me, I'm grumpy," was my comment. Even Bear was unBearable. Well, Bear was tolerable. By lunchtime we headed from Needle's Eye to Bittersweet, the whipping wind put me over the edge.
"Lynda's going in," someone said.
"I'll go with her," I said quickly. Mike had headed out on the Northbrook chair just minutes earlier to join his bride for Superbowl. I don't give a hoot about Superbowl, (although I always enjoyed Superbowl parties), I was just COLD.
We were joined by Diana and Steve. Alden and Bob took another. They're the Hardy Boys, all right. I was so cold, I didn't bother eating my soup; I just stuck my hands in it.
Run of the day: Upper Bunny Buster, which was pristine corduroy, to Mouse Trap which was piled with snow they were still blowing.
It's February. If I can't be out west, I want storms followed by sunny, warm deck-life.
Diana & I skied particularly well after our two sessions of Zumba, hip thrust, hip thrust, ka-ching, ka-ching.
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