January 24, 2008

January 24, 2008

I have been wanting to go skiing. While back in Chicago we had planned on going to Wisconsin a couple times but the flu and unseasonably warm weather interfered with our best laid plans. Now we are back in sunny Tucson and skiing is far away. Well, not really. I have been watching the local mountaintop outside our window, waiting for a big rain down here that would dump snow up there. No luck. While surfing the web to setup a distant ski trip, I ran across the Mt Lemmon snow report number. I called it and they do have a small base and just got a new half-inch overnight. Well that is good enough for me. So I loaded Aimee and our ski gear in the car and headed uphill.

Mt Lemmon is just ten miles away but the only road up is on the other side of Tucson. An hour and a half later we pull into the parking lot. It is 26F. Brrrr! We rent skis and take the chairlift up thru a very foggy pine forest. It is like we are in a different world from Tucson. After a few runs we get our ski legs back and enjoy the slopes. We have the mountain all to ourselves. There are a handful of kids but they never leave the bunny slope. Overall the runs are very short and all-ice at the bottom but you can’t beat the location. After freezing our tushes on icy lift chairs, we head back home thru a snowstorm to high 60’s weather and a warm Jacuzzi.