Jesus Got Me Free Coffee

I had to create one of these for the trip I am going on soon, but that one is supposed to only be for the instructor. Where is the fun in that? My mom pestered me about being able to read my blog so I figured I would create a regular one and whoever wants to read it can. If anyone actually reads this I'll be impressed, but hey, it might be fun.

Starting off strong, I can't feel my legs. Its Christmas and it wouldn't be the same if I didn't go skiing. We can call skiing on Jesus day a bit of a tradition thats been running for nearly a decade. Four days ago it was 68º and yet today it was 14º when we stopped to eat lunch. I can't figure out if that is New York weather in December or global warming. Probably a little of both. But somehow, there was enough snow to spray people and limited ice so no kids got run over.

 

You get an eclectic mix of Jews (the Hasids even ski with skirts over their snow pants), Russians, and Asians. I guess these are the people that either don't celebrate or have a different interpretation of family time. Nine runs, four hours, one meal, and several frozen faces later, we called it a day. Crammed in a Subaru to make the schlep home, we stopped at a gas station and Jesus did his job. There is no coffee like free coffee. Granted there was a reason it was free… but as my dad said, 'wow, I can really tell you are a college student' but who says no to free stuff? Especially food. 

Now you have an answer to the question I've been asked way to often. No, I didn't have Chinese food and I didn't watch a movie on Christmas. 

Can you tell it was cold?