Let’s face it ladies, it’s been an oh-so-long dry spell. When I went up to Loveland in mid-December and then to Mary Jane today I was greeted with a thick blanket of white weighing down the branches, falling from above and being parted by my skis. Oh! YES! I knew I was missing snow, but until I really got some I didn’t realize how much.
I feel so happy, so at peace, so satisfied after a pleasurable session at the Jane today, that I feel like giving everyone I know a puppy.
Snow. Ah, at last. I had almost forgotten what it feels like.
So here’s the one thing tainting my happy moment–where are all the women? I rode the lift 13 times single today and how many of those times was I riding with a fellow female snow enthusiast? Zero.
When questioned the men said their partners, “Didn’t really like skiing,” “Were at home working on a project” or in the case of one woman who answers to the handle “Big Mama,” “in the lodge with the kids.” What is up with that. Like women don’t have needs?
So get up there ladies and indulge; you’ll be surprised how good it feels.