Today was the end of the ski season for the resorts in the Vail area.
Confession: I didn't go skiing once since being here.
Bigger confession: I've NEVER been skiing. Ever.
This is appalling, I know. Particularly since I have lived in Colorado and Wyoming for the greater part of my life.
I hate, hate telling people this fact too. It's like my Scarlet Letter - my shame. The worst part is I had absolutely no excuse, until maybe now...
A brief in the Vail Daily last week got me to thinking. It noted that more Colorado skiers had died this season than any other previous.
Now, I didn't get the nickname Lightning Rod for nothing. So I'm wondering, with my luck, if not hitting the slopes is such a bad thing after all.
That's what I'll tell myself from here on out - and people who ask the dreaded (and inevitable) question, "So, do you ski?"