Well the internal battery has been re-charged and the clocks re-set. I leave behind a week of bluebird skies while making my way up a winding mountain road every morning to land at the base of a mountain covered with snow and no lift lines. Packed lunches with healthy hearty fare were eaten outside and the ski tan got deeper and deeper. Dinner was somehow easier to prepare every night, simpler, but had to satisfy the tired muscles and bones of pushing through the heavy snow by midday. Gourmet mac n’ cheese. Done.
One night I was a guest for dinner (the ultimate treat) but not without the Caper 911 call. The hostess had run out of a very important ingredient for the meal the next day, capers, not always readily available in small rural grocery stores, luckily I had 3 jars in my fridge. The best part was just having to drop off the unopened jar in her mailbox while driving up that winding mountain road on the way to first tracks.