February 15
I skied across the main trail up the mountain to our hotel and was in a good frame of mind. The trip was over, but neither Vicki had fallen or been injured. We had renewed friendships and made new ones. We established a good relationship with the latest hotel manager, whom we both like.
I debunk the old saying, You can’t teach an old dog new tricks each year. Both Vicki and I improved our skiing. Vicki made sharper, carved turns and skied more directly down the fall line. The result was more precision and speed. Moat people who had skied with us commented on her improvement and smooth skiing.
We did less potluck dining this year in our hotel and ate out most nights. I became tired of the same mountain food and will gladly return to Rosina’s and other favorite eateries, including our kitchen.
Our hotel is very communal, and it is easy to meet people. I am always impressed by how many different ways to live a life. Though she wasn’t staying in our hotel, the trauma nurse I met on the lift today was a good example. She was managing and investing in Airbnb units on the side. She loves her side hustle, and in two weeks, she’ll resign from her nursing job and become a full-time entrepreneur.
Another friend did well financially owning thrift markets throughout the South. People’s creativity and vision are unlimited. Their stories will stay with us tomorrow as we drive West and eventually leave the Rocky Mountains behind us as we traverse the ranchlands of Central Utah before driving south toward Las Vegas and San Diego.