Our vacation to Utah was absolutely fabulous! Among other adventures, we:
6. Got hennaed.
7. Ate and drank.
8. Ski lifted.
I've never been one for extreme sports, but I kind of got into it--perhaps because most of these were fairly tame as extreme sports go, with the exception of the bobsledding, which was on the 2002 Olympic track and gave me a whole new appreciation for the athleticism of bobsledders as my arms shook for a full thirty minutes afterwards. Oddly enough, it was the ski lift that terrified me. I derive a great deal of comfort from being strapped in, I find, and that thing is way too open and airy. I grabbed hold of the bar, set my sights in one place, and did not relax my muscles until I'd reached the top (OK, I smiled in the pic above, but you can see my knuckles). Still can't believe I let my kids get on it.
9. In hypo-gratitude (I think I'm using that right), I am thankful I was not the one who fell off the car on the alpine slide and ended up with burns and bruises all down my right side.
10. I'm headed for my own bed tonight!
Boy Howdy, I did it!
OK, technically I'm posting this the Sunday morning. One extra: we got in at 2 am and I slept until 11am.
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Amycake and the Dude, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, The Meaning of Me, Thankful Me, Uncharted, The Wakefield Doctrine
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