Tuesday dawned bright and cold again. Despite leaving the air on all night, even the hotel room was chilly, at least until either JaG or myself got out of one of our respective beds, ran to the heater and turned it on, and ran back.
We rolled out of our beds Tuesday morning, groggily downed some oatmeal (thank God for the hotel mini-kitchen), and headed in our little caravan into the park.
“Today,” we thought, “today, we shall don skis.”


