Last week we went skiing at Sundance. It was so fun. I'm glad we only went for a half-day - there is no way I could go for a full-day right now. My legs felt like jello :)
Two weeks before that we tried to go but something funny happened. We got all of our stuff ready, dressed up warmly, loaded the car up, drove up to the ski resort, found a parking spot, put on all of our gear, and started heading for the shuttle bus.
I heard a crunch and I looked back and saw a piece of plastic on the ground. Then I looked down at my foot and saw that the toe of my right ski boot had cracked off! Oh no!!!
I went back to pick up the piece and heard another crunch. The heal fell off! I took another step and heard another crunch. The LEFT toe fell off! Then the left heal. Then the right sole. Etc, etc, etc. I finally made it back to the car with only the top of the boots intact and the buckles still fastened. The bottom of both boots completely had fallen apart and exposed the bright orange lining inside.
I opened the car door and sat down. Rachel was laughing in the background. I'm glad she was there to laugh it off because I was about to kung fu the car next to us. By that time we had to call it a day and go home. I'm just glad the boots fell apart before we got on the shuttle bus and didn't happen while we were up on the mountain!