Skiing and Bear Attacks

I've been trying to convince Alex to go skiing with me ever since we started dating. Finally last year, he said he'd go. Unfortunately, I was pregnant at the time, and skiing wouldn't have been the best idea. So I've been looking forward to it for an entire year. Yesterday, we finally went; my mom has been in town for the week and tended The Boy for us, and we went to Alta for a day of skiing. This is the longest we've ever left Aaron; second was when we went to see The Dark Knight about a week after he was born. Looking back, that seems crazy.

There was a huge storm yesterday. The roads were awful and it took us about two hours to drive there (normally it only takes about one). It was sooo worth it though. Because of the storm there was lots of fresh powder (and it was nice and dry, not all sticky and wet), and since it was Thursday there were hardly any people there at all. I started skiing 22 years ago (holy cow!) and this was the best snow I can remember skiing on. The snow kept falling for the first part of the afternoon, but after a while it cleared up and ended up being a gorgeous day. Freezing cold, but beautiful.

This was the first time Alex had been skiing, and he did awesome. I don't know that powder is necessarily the best snow to learn on, but Alex said it was great because it really cushioned his falls...

Me

Alex

Just to demonstrate how good the snow was: this was one of the runs. In the middle--not on the side. You may now turn green with envy.

The sun did this cool halo thing; it looked like there were two suns.

Sunset as we were getting ready to leave.

In other news, there have been reports of adorable fuzzy blue bear attacks in Provo today. The bear allegedly mauled it's victims with snuggles and grabby hands. Here is a recent picture of the bear: