Heaven is a place on Earth...

...this week its name was Grand Targhee. We had a much better experience skiing yesterday than we did last Saturday. The sky was a clear robin's egg blue most of the day, the temperature was bearable, the wind light. Exactly the kind of day Paul would have loved. Maybe that explains why my eyes kept watering as I rode the lift up the hill. I should invest in a pair of mirrored goggles. In spite of these few minor floods of emotion, we had a great day. Lynn and Gentry came with us. I didn't see much of Hayden, he and Gentry skied together all day. Cameron has officially mastered the art of carving. No more snowplowing for him! Jacob is well on his way to joining the club. Parker opted to stay home--he had a date. We skied from 10:30 a.m. until 4 p.m. with a half hour break for lunch. I've decided the higher the price of a hamburger, the better it smells, especially if it's being cooked on an outdoor grill. I can proudly say we resisted the siren call of charbroiled animal flesh and ate our PB&J sandwiches. And so, the word of the week is fortitude. When we got home I was so tired, I went to bed at 9:30, completely uncharacteristic for me, but it felt great! I might have to make a habit of it once a week. Oh, man--I'm beginning to sound like a grandma, aren't I.