So, it's a gorgeous day at the base of this mountain, and I'm decked out in my ski clothes and what am I doing? Am I skiing? Am I snowboarding (aka face-planting) on thispicture-perfect day?
I am not.
Instead I am watching Daisy take ski class all day. Is that because I am a super concerned and involved parent? No. It is because the good people here at Squaw Valley ski school believe that Daisy will start stuffing peanuts into her every orifice if I am not here to supervise.
(Update: I posted yesterday this from the slopes on my phone. I cleaned up the formatting today)