swept me away

Several months ago I reserved the Brooklyn Lake Cabin, hoping for another magical ski-in like two years ago.

Sadly, this year was a bust. Maggie, her sister Colleen, and I headed out on Friday afternoon, ate some delicious green chili pizza at the Beartree, and then drove up to the end of the road. After 200 yards on the trail, we turned around and headed back to the Beartree for pie. It was a windy bitch on the hill this weekend--gusts up to 45 mph, and wind chills in the ice-crystals-forming-instantly-on-my-whiskers range. 

Not to be easily defeated, we headed back up on Saturday morning. The temps were warmer, but the winds were worse. On the way up the hill, we passed pickups, loaded with snowmobiles, already headed back down to the flatlands. Colleen (who finished a 50k ski race last weekend) got blown off her skis. My hands were toasty warm in the new mitts my sis got me for Christmas, but the prospect of a first mile on mostly exposed slopes was enough for us to tuck our tails.

You send my life a whirlin' 
Darlin' when you're twirlin' 
On the floor. 
And who care about tomorrow? 
What more is tomorrow Than another day? 
And you swept me away. 
Yeah, you swept me away.

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