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Yesterday marked the start of my 21st season of skiing (has it really been that long?!) when Nat and I, armed with our Price Chopper Family Mountain Passbooks, headed to Gore Mountain for an impromptu afternoon of awesome skiing. One of my goals this winter is to really make an effort to ski as much as possible. It’s one of my favorite things in life; there’s really nothing quite like it.

And living so close to good skiing is just wonderful — and one of the many original reasons we chose Saratoga Springs as our home. When we lived in San Francisco, I and every other Bay Area resident would head east every Friday afternoon to begin the long-ass journey to Lake Tahoe (4 hours without traffic and at least 6 hours with traffic). Sure, there’s no place like Tahoe, but you can’t beat the convenience factor — deciding at 11am on a Sunday that you want to ski that afternoon, hitting the road at noon, skiing just after 1pm. Gore is just 54 miles and less than an hour from Saratoga Springs. We were there and back by 5pm.

The mountain wasn’t at all crowded, the snow was pretty good — mostly soft with only a few rough and icy patches — and the temperature was in the 30s without any wind. All in all, a very good start to the 2005/2006 ski season. Hopefully the first of many more days to come!

Unrelated to yesterday’s ski trip, here’s a picture of me rolling in my new Windstar, as requested by Megan and other worldwide fans of my new wheels:

Saturday night we hit Sarah and Eric’s place for a delicious fish dinner and a fun evening with friends. That afternoon we finally got our kitchen back in order following last week’s party.