In a couple of weeks we’re going to Telluride with Lee’s classmates and their Sig Others as part of Kellogg’s annual ski trip. As much as I’m looking forward to the trip, the only time I’ve been on the slopes, it was a disaster. Immediately I fell off the ski lift upon arriving to the top of the mountain creating a horrible ripple effect for the people behind me. I didn’t wear the right clothes (wool mittens = frozen hands), and I got altitude sickness. The rescue ski mobile had to take me down the mountain, since there was no way I was going to get on the lift again.
This time I’m taking some precautions like 1) doing research on what to wear to stay warm and 2) going to ski school for two 1/2 days (this is kind of humiliating since my guess is I will be the oldest student x3). Ideally I’d like to spend the majority of the time in one of these beautiful ski chalets shown below, sipping a warm drink and enjoying the mountains (from a heated room). Alas, that is not the Kellogg way, and it’s time to get back on the horse (ironic, because I also have a fear of horses after being bucked off one at the tender age of 8-ish).
Enjoy the pretty pics, and please pray for my well being as well as the other skiers in my vicinity.
Heated pool – so gorg!
images via Vogue and AD