I wanna fling myself down a snow covered drop off!!!

Hubby claims to be allergic to snow, and can’t wrap his mind around the fact that I willingly choose to “ ride up the mountain on a swing in the arctic wind, then fling myself down a snow covered drop-off wearing 2 fiberglass boards on heavy assed boots.” Guess where I just came from! Guess! I just spent the better part of my day driving home from Reno in our work truck. That's not even the best part. The best part is, we drove through SNOW! It snowed so hard that there was a storm-watch and chain requirements! OK, You people who deal with snow every winter are saying "SO WHAT?" I, on the other hand, must hdrive 4 hours to see it, and even then I may not get to witness snow falling from the sky. We left our house at O'Dark thirty just to get to Reno for our pick-up. I have never in my life spent a scant 30 minutes in Reno, just to turn around and come home. I didn't even get to set foot in a casino! But if we planned on making it over the summit before they closed it, you better believe we high-tailed it out of there. When we got to the CA/NV border, the guy advised us it was slow going with chains, and that we should consider staying until THURSDAY since there was a storm watch and imminent closing of the summit. Was he nucking futs? Stay until THURSDAY? Our dumb asses were not prepared to stay, nor were we even prepared for a possible stranding at the rest stop in case of road closure. I hopped my rear end out of the truck at the gas station and bout food and water while Hubby bought chains. Yes. Chalk up another point for the Dumb Asses who made the trek over the summit that morning WITHOUT CHAINS in a huge truck. We ASSUMED that since we bought it in Denver that there were chains on board. However, in our moment of brilliance, we never actually checked. When we finally got on the road, we paid an installer to slap the chains on. Well worth the 3o bucks. As the snow was coming down, I was dreaming of skiing as we passed the resorts. As I mentioned before, ,my husband thinks I am crazy for wanting to “ ride up the mountain on a swing in the arctic wind, then fling myself down a snow covered drop-off wearing 2 fiberglass boards on heavy assed boots.” I, on the other hand, can not fathom why he doesn't want to. My uncle brought me down the slopes before I could walk, and I have been hooked ever since. It has been 7+ years since I have been skiing, and I am going through serious withdrawals. This year, I am going. With or WITHOUT husband, I am dusting off my skis and boots and hitting the slope. Hmm...my equipment is seriously outdated. Maybe I should sell or donate mine, and replace them with new things. Sounds good to me! So until I can actually hit the slopes myself, my little avatar down there in the lower left hand corner of my blog will stand there ready to go for me!