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Yesterday morning my cousin looked at the thermometer on our deck and said, “It’s 20 degrees” and my reply was, “wow – it’s pretty warm out!”. We bid farewell to my aunt’s family at 8 am. As they pulled out of the drive to head home, we loaded the car with our skis and set off for the hill. Mixed conditions included glazed to fluffy and high winds. It wasn’t terrible, but we didn’t stay beyond morning – that’s the luxury of the local bump. I managed to piece together all of my quilt squares, clean up the house and return it to normal, and make dessert to take to Fiona’s place in the remainder of the day. It snowed all day long with the sun shining the whole time (winds).

Perfect morning. Not too cold, the four days of wind we’d endured finally died down, and sunshine. No crowds to speak of, we never waited in line. And from the top, we could see tons of great places to hike and ski and all of that good stuff.

A day to unwind, quilt, rent movies, and cook.
Tonight I made seared scallops for dinner. I made bouillabaisse too, but this is something that takes a day to age the flavors, so we’ll be having it for xmas dinner, without all of the work.

Tomorrow is Christmas AND a Sunday. You know what that means… Empty slopes in the morning – except for all of the other heathens.