The first run was a bit timid (or rather, I was!); I had to remember what I was doing. (Even remembering how to get on and off the lift was a bit daunting!) Thankfully, it is kind of like riding a bike. You just don't forget. My second and third runs, besides being beautiful, were definitely solo. There wasn't a soul on the trail. I don't remember that ever happening before. It was just me, soft powder, sunshine, and fresh air.
After the first run, the Mr. snapped these pictures. He doesn't ski. This year, he waited patiently at the bottom for me. I think he was pretty relieved when I arrived.
The smile says it all!
I took this picture on my last run of the day. The name of the trail: "Carefree."
Yeah, it was good to be back!