Despite accidentally taking a black-diamond, mogul-laden run, a head-on collision with my husband (we cracked two pairs of goggles), and a silly kid who messed around on the ski lift (which pushed me off the chair as we loaded) -- we had a fabulous day. This was my first ski trip in two years, and Ben's first time on a "real mountain." We tease him about that all the time. Although he has been skiing since he was young, we often refer to the Berkshires where Ben has skied as "bunny hills."
The end of the day did finish very cold. The thermometer at mid-mountain read 0 degrees, and with the wind chill it was 15 degrees below. We took one lift to the very top of Mary Jane mountain - about 12,900 feet. It is above timberline and very windy. The ski lift headed right into the bitter cold wind. Once we hit the top and turned to face downhill the wind was at out backs and the sun peeked in to make it much more pleasant. The view was gorgeous.
*Censored* as Wesley would say
A video Kenny took of us skiing