In honor of the Olympics, we decided to go skiing. Well, and it was our Valentines Day present to each other.
Here we are on our way up to Sandia Peak. I know what you're thinking. Skiing in Albuquerque? Where is the snow? We ski down tumbleweed mountains on rocks.
Just kidding, we just take the worlds longest tramway up to the top of the mountain and...
there's some snow!
Take a good look. I've decided this is my last run down ever. The last time I went skiing was in the 8th grade. I thought it was great fun then and have been wanting to go for years with Spencer. But usually I was pregnant, or we were poor college student, so this was our chance, especially with Grammy in town to watch the kiddies.
Anyways, I realized that skiing is cold and I don't like falling. Plus I puked at the bottom of the mountain and felt sick. (yes, in front of a ski lift and in front of everyone). But I am glad I could rekindle Spencer's love for skiing. He had a great time and looked great doing it. And it was fun having my hubby for a day all to myself.