Monday, October 10, 2016
My husband finally bought me the ski coat I've been coveting for years. It was a birthday present. I picked it out, I tried it on, he paid for it. Two extra sizes up because I like them roomy and long enough to cover my bum. Black parka with a faux fur trimmed collar. I will finally ski gracefully down the slopes as the diva in the perfect outfit as I've always imagined. Well, at least in theory. First and foremost, I am nothing if not ungraceful and clumsy. But, I live off the fact that despite skiing down the slopes disgracefully, By God, I will look good doing it. I can't wait to rock that ski outfit albeit if I never ski down a single slope. Because the thing is, I had a minor incident on the slopes last year, tearing my MCL after a very clumsy right hand turn maneuver and am . . . . 1) slightly scared to re-injure my knee B) petrified of anything but the bunny slope and 3) not willing to mess up my beautiful new ski coat.
Memories from previous ski trips abound . . . . .
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
There is a place on the far Eastern Coast that is a jewel among the sea. Off the coast of North Carolina and nestled between the Atlantic Ocean and the Pamlico Sound, lies Hatteras Island. It is an extension of part of the greater known and beloved Outer Banks. It is isolated, picturesque and romantic.