White Stuff Good, Dark Stuff Bad...
This was the basic premise for learning (or re-learning) how to ski, because pizza slice/french fries is too heady a concept for this southerner. So armed with the basic knowledge that snow is good, everything else that isn't snow is a potential hazard, I ventured off on my first adventure of the year. My wonderful friends invited me to tag along on their weekend ski adventure...which for them was probably just plans, but for me was akin to Sir Edmund Hillary's arctic exploits...However, instead of Everest or the Antarctic, we went to South Lake Tahoe, which is filled with, I can only assume, the very same perils. Day One: Our first stop was a desolate stretch of wilderness, that was neither wild, nor desolate, but we did have to guard a parking spot and turn away neon-clad NorCal cool dudes in their subarus. It was basically like fighting very polite grizzlies wearing Patagonia. Ah the wild... So after successfully defending our turf we donned snowshoes and headed off ...
