Skiing and living


This was the view from my window last month wile I was in Park City Utah with my family. A beautiful pile of white snow.

I hope you all enjoyed your holidays as much as I did; mine were extra special because I spent them with one of my sisters and her family in this insanely awesome house.

Park City

When the week was over we did not want to leave, but can you blame us.

Park city is my favorite place to ski, granted it’s the only place I’ve ever skied. But that won’t stop me from calling it my favorite.

Deer Valley

On a good day all roads lead to Deer Valley

Deer Valley Snow

Deer Valley is so peaceful and beautiful

One thing I particularly love about Deer Valley is that it’s a skiers mountain so there are no snowboarders allowed. I don’t dislike snowboarders, but sometimes it’s nice to ski when there aren’t around. The result is a much more serene environment, one that I enjoy immensely.

Deer Valley

Deer Valley is just as beautiful on a sunny day.

The thing that I’m most excited about, besides seeing my family, is that I skied my first blue run. This actually happened in Park City Mountain Resort not at Deer Valley. I was having so much fun that I didn’t take any pictures; a common side effect of living in the moment. You’ll have to trust me when I tell you that it was beautiful there as well. Also it wasn’t my idea. I was skiing with my husband and son and I was just following them enjoying myself until I got off the lift and noticed the blue and black runs.

Of course I promptly told my husband that I could not ski these runs. He informed me that I was getting too comfortable skiing on the greens and that it was time to move on. I hate it when he is right. I hate it even more when my son chimes in with his “rightness” too. So I just skied with them. I was doing really great until I noticed how steep it was and then I just froze. My husband looked back at me and asked me what was wrong. I thought about taking my skies off and walking down. He shouted back at me not to take my skies off.  I was annoyed that he noticed that I was attempting to.

I finally decided to continue when my husband told me that the part I already skied was much steeper. So I kept going. As soon as I got out of my own head and just went with it I was OK. I realized that it was absurd for me to stand there and look at how steep the hill was. I know how to turn and I don’t care about falling so there was really no problem. Until I decided that there was one. Thinking too much about a seemingly difficult situation can create a problem. Staring at the pile of work on your desk or staring at a steep hill: it’s all the same. Somehow you tell yourself it’s too much work or it’s too steep and you just freeze.

 The good things is there is always an option of ignoring the negative talk and just never stopping. Just keep it moving as they say.

I was glad that I kept on skiing runs with them the rest of the afternoon. I was exhilarated by the time I got home and very proud of myself. I have to admit it was more fun skiing those more difficult runs.


Coming home to a bunch of LEGOS and a great house was a plus.

Utah beer

And of course this is really nice as well.

The thing I love most about my family, especially my husband and son, is that they push me to be the best that I can be all the time. We can never improve without doing things that we think are too difficult for us. This goes for in life and on vacation.

  • How very beautiful it is there! I am glad you had a  great time. You are so right about over analyzing situations! I constantly do this!

  • “Thinking too much about a seemingly difficult situation can create a problem.”

    Neven, that’s the story of my life! 🙂 I over think everything and create problems where they don’t exist. I’m getting better but it’s still a challenge to fight that pattern.

    Thank you for sharing this experience. It will remind me to keep going, to push along, to achieve my goals instead of focusing on how insurmountable they might seem.