What I did on my March vacation:
I skied with three different groups of people the three days I skied.
Day 1: My friend's husband and his two friends (twins). It was a spring day, and my first day skiing all year, so thankfully the whole group was a 'blue' type of group. And everyone was very very nice. I'm a slow skiier, and they'd always wait, which was wonderful. About half of the way through the day I realized why the twins looked familiar - they looked like Kevin Kline! So, I spent the day skiing with two Kevin Klines, which was great, since I think he's good looking. (Both of them are married, alas.)
Day 2: I met up with a friend who lives in CO. Again, spring skiing, and all the natives decided to do other things that day so the slopes were empty. My friend had actually gone climbing on Saturday, it was that warm. Anyways, we had a great great day. It's always wonderful to see her. At lunch I texted a friend and said we were hanging out in bikinis, and of course he wanted a photo. So, we stripped and had photos taken and texted it back. The women who took the photos were a little nervous we were going to take it all off, but no, we didn't.
Day 3: Day after migraine 1. Kinda wished it wouldn't snow the night before so I didn't have to ski. But it did snow - there was 3-6" of new snow and that's pretty rare in my world, so I convinced my friend's daughter to really truly get up and go skiing. We started out late, which was good, so it was a short day. It was great - winter had returned and with new snow, it was a completely different experience even though I was back at the same slopes as day 1. The best was going through the trees - there was even more snow there and a section that wasn't very steep, so kinda floating along. I did round a corner once and almost smashed into a tree, but steered around. I have some control...
And thankfully that was it. Three days in a row is a limit for sure. Alas, I had yet another migraine that night. I have to figure out what to do. But I'm so happy that I got to go skiing and that my skis and boots worked so well, and my legs were strong enough not to be sore at all.
More tales will come.