For several years, my extended family had a tradition of going skiing in the UP of Michigan. It’s far from big powder Colorado, but I loved it.
We’d rent a cabin right on the slope, with a hot tub (woo hoo!) and just enjoy the time together. This was when my brother, cousins and I were all about 7-12, so the hills were like a winter wonderland to us.
We did jumps and skied down the narrow “unofficial” trails that wove through the woods, crashing almost as often as we managed to stay upright between the trees. We snuck out at night to sled down the newly-combed ski hills (epic!). One year, we convinced my youngest cousin the moguls were dead bodies buried beneath the snow.
Ahh, good times!
you know, I've never skied before.
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