Tag Archives: scary

I was Skiing.

It doesn’t have the same nostalgic appeal as “My dog ate my homework” but I haven’t been a five-post-a-week blogger lately.  Mr. FSL and I have been off skiing last week and the week before that.  FSL’s post count has been suffering.

My mother actually looked at me last night with this sad look on her face and said quietly, “You haven’t been blogging lately…” Her voice sounded soft with a hint of disappointment.

“But I was skiing!”

She looked at me as if this was no kind of excuse and changed the subject.

Just for her, this week I’ll try to make it a five post week… unless it snows.  I said I’ll try.

We went skiing in Killington, VT this past weekend.  We always go to the same place because all of our ski buddies have houses up in the area.  It’s really nice when you can go with a group of familiar faces.    Mr. FSL has been skiing since he was younger.  He’s an unbelievably talented athlete.  In every sport he tries, he’s good.  He’s easily one of the best skiers on the mountain at Killington.  He’s definitely the best skier I’ve ever seen in person.  Technically sound, style for miles, the boy is good.

Some mountain resorts have “sharpshooter” photographers stationed in certain areas.  It’s nice because you can go online and see what you actually look like when you’re skiing or snowboarding.

Here’s Mr. FSL flexing his ski muscle.

See, I told you he has skills.

The problem with the sharpshooter photographs is you can actually see what you look like when you’re skiing!  LOL!   I’m not going to lie, I FEEL very cool when I ski.  Not cool as in temperature.  I mean, like SWAG-TASTIC x-games wannabe.  Naturally I was so excited when my husband told me there were some sweet pics of us on the website! Until…

**scratches head**

A) Something suddenly went wrong with their camera lens

B) There’s some amateur wearing the same EXACT outfit as me

C) I don’t look as cool as I feel.

See…they need to check their equipment 😉

I’ve got to look on the bright side.  I’ve gone from tumbling down the bunny slopes to skiing black diamonds without batting an eyelash.  I learned from & married a really cute ski instructor 😉


What do you do that makes you feel really cool?  Did you ever get surprised by how cool or un-cool you actually look doing that?  I want some funny stories!  Lurkers, DE-LURK!  Life and blogs are much more fun when it’s a conversation 🙂

Lots of  Hugs & (Eskimo)Kisses!



Compost Cookies

This recipe should come with a warning for various reasons.

Reason #1 : I’ve eaten 5 since I’ve baked them yesterday…FIVE.

**slaps herself in the forehead**

Reason #2 :  There are more than 2 sticks of butter in this recipe.

Reason # 3 : People that try these will ask you to bake them again and again.  You will, and then you’ll eat five more when that happens.

Reason #4 : People that you give this recipe to will hate you afterward because they will have eaten five of them in one sitting.


The first time I ate this cookie was at Ma Peche (part of the Momofuku family). I have since then been obsessed with all things David Chang and/or Christina Tosi (you understand if you’ve tried the crack pie — click here for the recipe for that one).  Momofuku’s wonderfully creative dessert chef is Christina Tosi.  This is her recipe that is cut & pasted from Oprah’s website.  Photos and obscene commentary by yours truly. You knew O would be all over this shizzle.

The cookie is kind of a 2 parter.  You need to make the Graham Crust Recipe first.  The recipe makes 4 times the amount you need for 1 batch of Compost Cookies.  You can save the rest of this graham stuff in the fridge for up to a month for the next time you want to make these cookies.

It won’t be longer than a few days before you want to bake them again though.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Don’t hate me.


Graham Crust Recipe
Recipe created by Christina Tosi
Original Content  |  November 08, 2011
Makes about 340 grams (2 cups)


  • 190 grams (1 1/2 cups) graham cracker crumbs
  • 20 grams (1/4 cup) milk powder
  • 25 grams (2 Tbsp.) sugar
  • 3 grams (3/4 tsp.) kosher salt
  • 55 grams (4 Tbsp. or 1/2 stick) butter, melted, or as needed
  • 55 grams (1/4 cup) heavy cream


Toss the graham crumbs, milk powder, sugar and salt with your hands in a medium bowl to evenly distribute your dry ingredients.

Whisk the butter and heavy cream together.
Add to the dry ingredients and toss again to evenly distribute. The butter will act as a glue, adhering to the dry ingredients and turning the mixture into a bunch of small clusters. The mixture should hold its shape if squeezed tightly in the palm of your hand. If it is not moist enough to do so, melt an additional 14 to 25 grams (1 to 1 1/2 tablespoons) butter and mix it in.
Eat immediately, or deploy as directed in a recipe. The crust is easiest to mold just after mixing. Stored in an airtight container, graham crust will keep fresh for 1 week at room temperature or for 1 month in the fridge or freezer.
Compost Cookies Recipe
Recipe created by Christina Tosi
Original Content  |  November 08, 2011
Compost cookies always turn out great in my mother’s kitchen because she infamously has a hodgepodge of mix-ins, none in great enough quantity to make an actual single-flavored cookie on its own. My brother-in-law calls them “garbage cookies”; others call them “kitchen sink cookies.” Call them what you want and make them as we make them at Milk Bar or add your own favorite snacks to the cookie base in place of ours.
Makes 15–20 cookies


In a pinch, substitute 18 grams (1 tablespoon) corn syrup for the glucose.For the coffee grounds in this cookie, we tested the recipe with freshly roasted and ground artisanal coffee from Stumptown as well as with craptastic coffee grounds that you can find just about anywhere. We discovered that it doesn’t make a difference what kind you use; the cookie is delicious every time. Just make sure you don’t use instant coffee; it will dissolve in the baking process and ruin the cookies. And, above all else, never use wet, sogalicious grounds that have already brewed a pot of coffee. We use Cape Cod potato chips because they aren’t paper thin, so they don’t break down too much in the mixing process.

  • 225 grams (16 Tbsp. or 2 sticks) butter, at room temperature
  • 200 grams (1 cup) granulated sugar
  • 150 grams (2⁄3 cup, tightly packed) light brown sugar
  • 50 grams (2 Tbsp.) glucose
  • 1 egg
  • 2 grams (1/2 tsp.) vanilla extract
  • 225 grams (1 1/3 cups) flour
  • 2 grams (1/2 tsp.) baking powder
  • 1 1/2 grams (1/4 tsp.) baking soda
  • 4 grams (1 tsp.) kosher salt
  • 150 grams (3/4 cup) mini chocolate chips
  • 100 grams (1/2 cup) mini butterscotch chips
  • 1/4 recipe Graham Crust (85 grams or 1/2 cup; see separate recipe)
  • 40 grams (1/3 cup) old-fashioned rolled oats
  • 5 grams (2 1/2 tsp.) ground coffee
  • 50 grams (2 cups) potato chips
  • 50 grams (1 cup) mini pretzels


Combine the butter, sugars and glucose (or corn syrup)  in the bowl of a stand mixer
Fitted with the paddle attachment, cream together on medium-high for 2 to 3 minutes. Scrape down the sides of the bowl.
Add the egg and vanilla, and beat for 7 to 8 minutes.
Reduce the speed to low and add the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Mix just until the dough comes together, no longer than 1 minute. (Do not walk away from the machine during this step, or you will risk overmixing the dough.) Scrape down the sides of the bowl with a spatula.
Still on low speed, add the chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, graham crust (from your first recipe) oats and coffee, and mix just until incorporated, about 30 seconds. I used the big mama chips.  Ain’t nothing mini about this recipe, so why start here?
Add the potato chips and pretzels, and paddle, still on low speed, until just incorporated. Be careful not to overmix or break too many of the pretzels or potato chips. (You deserve a pat on the back if one of your cookies bakes off with a whole pretzel standing up in the center.)
I used Ruffles because they are really salty, thick, and look cool poking out of the cookie.Using a 2-ounce ice cream scoop (or a 1⁄3-cup measure), portion out the dough onto a parchment-lined sheet pan. Pat the tops of the cookie dough domes flat.
Wrap the sheet pan tightly in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 1 hour, or up to 1 week. Do not bake your cookies from room temperature—they will not bake properly.  

Okay.  You know I am a deviant.  Sometimes that makes me cooler, but this time, mmmm not so much.  Tosi knows what she’s talking about.  First of all, I didn’t use parchment paper. 

Second of all, I didn’t refrigerate the dough for an hour.  Ms. Smartypants put the dough in the freezer for 20 minutes and thought she was the cat’s meow.  Popped them into the oven while she took a 7 minute shower. Bad. Move. Mr. FSL ended up banging on the bathroom door because the smoke alarm was going off.  I jumped out of the shower with soapy hair to see this:

That would be my kitchen filled with smoke and Rocco running for cover.


Burnt cookies.

Attempt #2 happened the next day.  I followed the directions.  Seriously.

Heat the oven to 375°.

Arrange the chilled dough a minimum of 4 inches apart on parchment- or Silpat-lined sheet pans. Bake for 18 minutes. The cookies will puff, crackle and spread. After 18 minutes, they should be very faintly browned on the edges yet still bright yellow in the center. Give them an extra minute or so if that’s not the case.


*kisses fingertips*


Cool the cookies completely on the sheet pans before transferring to a plate or an airtight container for storage shovel into mouth while still hot and make odd groaning noises. At room temp, cookies will keep fresh for 5 days; in the freezer, they will keep for 1 month.  Psssht!  Good luck keeping them in the house and out of your dirty little paws for 2 days!

Tilapia Got ME Published

If you know me personally, you know that I am bad with surprises.  If I have a surprise I can’t hold it in!!  Christmas is a tough time for my “condition”.  While I’m on my way home from shopping, I call my sister and ask her if I can pleeeeease give her her give early?!  Early meaning now.  

A few months ago I received an email from Oxygen magazine telling me that they want to print my recipe!  Last year my Chicken Tortilla Soup recipe was published on their website and I was sooooo excited!   Here’s the link :  http://www.oxygenmag.com/Nutrition/Articles/Clean-Chicken-Tortilla-Soup.aspx.

A couple of months after they put it online, Oxygen revamped their website.   This update included deleting recipe creators’  photos.  I have to admit, it was a really awful photo of me.  The day I actually read my email (I used to be really bad with checking emails …now I obsessively check it.  What a weirdo.) I saw the 4th notice from Oxygen telling me that they needed me to send in a high res photo of myself by 5 o’clock or they wouldn’t publish it. 

That particular day, I had a long meeting after school and skipped washing my hair.  It was raining, I stuffed it under a hat.  It was not pretty.  When I came out on the website I didn’t care how greasy I was.  I was happy about it anyway!  I love to cook and I consider Oxygen to be a true fitness and healthy living magazine. I was honored for them to acknowledge me doing something that I love to do…cook!  Here’s the screengrab before they changed their website if you’re curious…

Actually, when it’s really small like that, you can’t tell how gross it really was.  YAY!  Hahhah!  

Well, let me get to my point. I was going to wait until November or December to tell you guys. My secret that I can’t keep is I’m going to be in the December issue of Oxygen, like,  in print!  Like if you go to the store and the magazine, you’ll see me next to this tilapia recipe!

I had a similar experience with the photo this time too. I guess I’m not used to the publishing deadline thing.  They needed me to sign & fax some papers and send them a hi res photo by 5 (again!) or they were going to use the greasy one!  Well, the greasy one was fine for the online recipe, but in print?!  I don’t think so.

I realized that I am not camera-shy.  Nope.  I am camera awkward.  I ONLY have photos of myself

A)  in strange poses


B) with weird/creepy props


C) smiling reeeally big with my eyes closed. 

Plus, all other options for older pictures are gone from our last computer crash and are someplace on some disc or jump drive.  No time for that.  I had to settle for old faithful.  The bathroom photo shoot.

  I had 30 minutes from the time that I got home from work & had to leave for my bff’s graduation (WooHoo Yay Jackie!).  This meant 3 things.

1. I had to make do with the frizz attack from me straightening my hair on the rainiest day ever

2. I couldn’t be picky with the photo since I was pressed for time.

3. I have to take the picture myself.

I ended up with this one.

Yes.  That’s my shower curtain in the background.  I didn’t have time to crop it.  I don’t have Photoshop on this computer yet. Such is life.

Look for my cheezin face in the December issue 🙂

If you’ve made it this far in the longest winded post, I love you.



Me, Myself & Irene

Okay.  I haven’t posted in a week.  Our computer is dead. The data was deemed not retrievable by Best Buy’s  Geek Squad.  All of our photos, videos, important documents, etc.

 *dramatic sigh*

I can’t NOT post because I feel guilty and I’m a bit addicted to it.  Blogging has become a real outlet for me.  Plus I feel out of the loop with all of my blog friends.  I  haven’t posted even with this 6″ notebook computer because it repeatedly deletes entire paragraphs without notice, it’s crazy hard to surf the net, and forget about loading pictures onto it.  I don’t want to write crappy posts, but that’s what comes of it when I try to on this thing. 


Please hang in there guys.  We are doing all that we could to try and get a new computer from Sony.  I refuse to pay for another computer since it crashed on its own less than 6 months in. 

In other FSL news, Hurricane Irene slammed CT.  My mom lived here with her cat and dog for 2 days. Casa FSL is in good condition still (except for a piece of siding that got ripped off of the house from the crazy wind).  The neighborhood that I grew up in (where my mom & dad’s house is), was completely flooded.

You’ve got to see this.  Click here to see my town’s devastation from the hurricane. The town beach was nonexistent!  The high tide & moon phase plus the hurricane completely sucked up the beach.  The entire section of town is under water.  Amazing.

While all of that was going on, I was hosting dinner party after dinner party!  We were one of the lucky households that didn’t lose power!  700,000 people lost electricity during this storm.  We had a great time in spite of the bad weather. 


Did you get hit by Irene?

It’s My Party & I’ll Cry If I want To

Saturday, the 20th was my birthday. My husband invited a few friends over for a picnic.  I made something very cool that I had planned to share with you guys today. 

 Unfortunately, I  feel like there is a very uncool tradition happening here at casa FSL. The last time we had a big party, somebody dumped their full Guiness into our laptop.  Um, yeah.  This past Saturday, our 4 month old Sony VAIO crashed.  (If you voted for the MacBook, I know you’re thinking “I told ya so”, stop it.) 

This blog will be on hiatus for the next 4 days (hopefully sooner) while Best Buy transfers all of our data (AKA our wedding & honeymoon photos) onto a disk so Sony can fix our hard drive. 

I’m posting from a borrowed 10″ notebook.  I’d rather not post if it’s gonna be lame.  Sorry guys.


Until then, wish me luck!



Check back soon!

No Ma’am!

Something happened to me yesterday that has not happened before, and it really has me thinking.  I’ll start from the beginning.

I was grocery shopping for about a half hour.  Carefully picking the best produce and nice lean cuts of meat.   Minding my own business.

There was only one cash register open (and she was really slow –forgive me for saying this, but she was like a thousand years old).  I had things to do.  It was almost on cue that another worker appeared at the register next to her.

She was about 45 and pretty hip looking (minus the Jersey Shore-esque tan).

She told me to move to her line since I was next.  I began happily (and youthfully) trotting over to her.  Yes, people, there was a pep to my step as soon as she looked in my direction and started to say “I’m open now.  You can…”

Skippity Doo Dah! Me & my squeaky carriage with the crazy spinny front wheel zipped over… until she finished her sentence with “move to this line MA’AM

Everything got blurry and a bit fuzzy.

Slow motion.




I immediately felt my face become pink, then red, then purple. I stopped dead in my tracks and realized she couldn’t have been talking to me.  I looked behind me to look at the presumably nice old lady behind me to apologize for running (skipping actually) ahead of her.  Where were my manners?

There was a 16-year-old boy behind me.  That was it. She was talking to me.

I was Ma’ammed.

I turned back to her and slowly put my cucumbers on the short conveyor belt.

I was never “Ma’ammed” before.

Maybe I took it a little too seriously, but I’ve only heard of old ladies or at least middle-aged women called this evil pronoun.  I know she was trying to be polite, but she had no clue of the crazy spiral this sent me down!

Maybe it’s my impending 29th birthday (August 20th).  I know it’s not “old”, but it’s the last year of my twenties.  The carefree, easy, breezy, youthful, “just-a-few-years-ago-I-was-in-high-school” twenties .  On the way home from the public humiliation supermarket, I realized that it’s been over 10 years since I was in high school.  I am a wife and a homeowner.  I clip coupons.  I honestly consider a large glass of pinot, sewing a fabric flower brooch, picking my first squash from the backyard garden, and catching the latest episode of The Bachelorette a rockin’ night.

Exhibit A:

*long pause*

*scratches head*

I am getting nauseus older.


Has anyone out there had a moment like this?  Please tell me I’m not alone!   Share your story. Commiserate with a sistah.

Good Thing We Packed Our Sea Legs!

Good thing we packed our sea legs, because it was one choppy, sloppy, wet wedding weekend! 

Here’s the Cliff Notes version…

Way too late the night before, I decided that it was time to pack. Here’s me on the bathroom floor trying to gather toiletries.

We woke up at 6 AM which was about six hours from the time this photo was taken.  I thought I’d be a zombie all morning, but for some odd reason, when I have to get up for work it’s really hard to get out of bed.  When I have to wake up to catch a Ferry to Block Island for an awesome time, I spring out of bed chipper as can be.  Weird how that works huh?

We hit traffic on the way to the ferry, and had to run (literally) with our bags to catch it.  Thankfully we made it or we would have been late to the wedding. 

We checked in to our hotel (that I forgot to take a photo of, but here’s one from their website…).

I didn’t spend much time scouring the island and snapping shots because it was raining the entire time we were there!  I felt so bad for the bride. She had always wanted a beach wedding, and here we are in the pouring rain.  Like the blog title says, we definitely had to find the silver lining on these clouds. 

I packed the green dress and the peach dress in case I changed my mind.  I asked the bride & her sisters when we were all hanging out at their beach house and sipping mimosas (my fave!).  The thought the green was too dressy.  So, I took the bride’s advice and went with the peach.

Mr FSL & I ran in the pouring rain, with my heels in my hand (I wore flip-flops to run in 😛 ).  Good thing I wore my hair in a ponytail, or it would have looked like this:

and not in a good way.

Here’s me with wet hair stuck to my forehead.

The wedding had to happen inside.  If you’ve ever been to Block Island, it was at Ballards. Here are a few pics of the inside…

And outside…


After the food, the drinks took over for most people. 

Here’s my photo reel of the night’s events a la The Hangover Movie (they go from good to crazy as the night went on:

The maid of honor was my partner in crime all night… 

Me & my bff April (the bride’s sister) realizing that we just cut the friggin cake.  Uh, not okay, lol!  Luckily, the bride thinks we are hilarious.  Phew!

All better!

The next morning was not pretty.  Still rainy. 

 We went into a few vintage shops. 


Saw some nice stuff…

I fell in love with this rug, but the mark up on the island is crazy, so I went home with a hangover and some Laffy Taffys from the candy shop.



What did you guys do this weekend? 

What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done at a wedding?! Please make me feel better…

Friends Don’t Let Friends Drink & Bake.


So this post started off as a comical story of an art teacher that bribes her students to behave with cookies (no names will be mentioned 😉 ).  I was doing the old step-by-step rainbow chocolate chip cookie recipe bit.  It was going well.  I was testing out Alton Brown from Food Network’s  chocolate chip cookie recipe called “The Chewy”.   I was putting my own spin on it  and using candies in the dough.

Here’s the recipe:


  • 8 ounces unsalted butter
  • 12 ounces bread flour
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 2 ounces granulated sugar
  • 8 ounces light brown sugar
  • 1 large egg
  • 1 large egg yolk
  • 1 ounce whole milk
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips


Melt the butter in a 2-quart saucepan over low heat. Set aside to cool slightly.

Sift together the flour, salt and baking soda onto a paper plate. Pour the butter into your stand mixer’s work bowl. Add the sugar and brown sugar and beat with the paddle attachment on medium speed for 2 minutes.

Meanwhile, whisk together the whole egg, the egg yolk, milk and vanilla extract in a measuring cup. Reduce the mixer speed and slowly add the egg mixture. Mix until thoroughly combined, about 30 seconds.

Using the paper plate as a slide, gradually integrate the dry ingredients, stopping a couple of times to scrape down the sides of the bowl. Once the flour is worked in, drop the speed to “stir” and add the chocolate chips. Chill the dough for 1 hour.

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F and place racks in the top third and bottom third of the oven.

Scoop the dough into 1 1/2-ounce portions onto parchment-lined half sheet pans, 6 cookies per sheet. Bake 2 sheets at a time for 15 minutes, rotating the pans halfway through. Remove from the oven, slide the parchment with the cookies onto a cooling rack and wait at least 5 minutes before devouring.



When I put the dough in the fridge to cool off, I thought I’d sip a glass of cabernet to pass the time.  Frantically searching my house  Casually scoping out my kitchen, I couldn’t find our corkscrew anywhere! 

I improvised and found something close to a corkscrew. 



A screw driver. 


I have no shame in   sharing this story or photographing it obviously.  *sigh*  Way to make mom proud, Min!

I tried to get the cork out and it was not happening.  I hatched a brilliant plan to push the cork into the bottle instead. 

(stop laughing)

I turned into Wolverine and stabbed the screwdriver through the cork.



This action cause red wine to spurt out everywhere.  No pictures were taken of the purple mess because I was trying to wipe up the puddles before a certain 8 pound maltese got wasted.  However, the screwdriver served its purpose.


I plopped the cookie dough onto the cookie sheet and popped them into the oven.  5 minutes later, I heard the smoke alarm go off.  This is what came out of my oven.


Apparently red wine makes me impatient. I don’t think I let the dough chill long enough. 

I’ll try this one again without the vino. 

Team Cabernet: 1                  Team Mindy: zip

Spring Is In Full Bloom

It’s the first warm week CT has had all year! Our back yard is looking prettier all of a sudden, thanks to our puffy white blooms.

Yes, they are a little unruly, but so are my eyebrows and nobody seems to care 😀

My vegetable garden (my first time ever growing anything…on purpose) is sprouting!!  I am so excited! 

Green beans…

Zucchini & squash are looking the same, but I know that something’s brewing below the surface…

The romaine lettuce is popping

Even the onions!

Not to mention that my yard turned into Animal Kingdom! 

I realized what a wuss I am.  I saw a black snake and screamed so loud, I think the neighbor’s cat went deaf!  He slithered (bleh!) away, and I stumbled upon this guy that didn’t move quite as quickly. 

He heard me scream and tucked his head in, hahah!

This little cutie didn’t move.  He must be smart.  He must have known that the high-pitched noise coming from me wasn’t my battle cry. 

My mom bought me a hummingbird ornament for the garden. 

The crazy Spring Fever was in the air without a doubt.  Either that or the solar-powered glow of the hummingbird must have given off some kind of mood lighting.  Either way, these bugs were into it.

Okay, I know it’s borderline inappropriate,  but I couldn’t believe my eyes, hahahh!  

Bug Porn.  This blog has sunk to a new low. 

I’ve also  learned that weeding sucks.   Royally.  It’s the worst task ever.  I may start an advertisement on craigslist…

Need to hire a garden weeder. Must like frogs. Will pay in cookies for compensation. 

Sounds good to me!


Are you sprouting anything this year?  What are some beginner gardening secrets?  Help a girl out!

Utah Ski Trip (Solitude)


This was the view from our back porch

Awesome View

We stayed in West Jordan, Utah.  We were a 20 minute ride away from Solitude Ski Resort.  This was a local spot.  It was never packed and had a bunch of “secret spots” to ski on untouched snow.  The ride to Solitude was through “The Canyon”  and it was gorgeous!!!

Windshield Shot

We came here 3 times on our trip. 

Day 1

We took a warm up run down a groomer to get the blood pumping.  The air is really thin and I had to take a few puffs from my “just-in-case” inhaler.   Our 2nd run, and we were feeling ambitious.  We were with a friend that is a Salt Lake City local.  His name was Pete, and he showed us all of the secret local spots.  This was the first one.

Hiking up!

Hmmm.  I like to think of myself as an okay skier.  Unfortunately for me, I am a terrible hiker when wearing ski boots and carrying my skis up an extremely steep incline of slippery snow.

After about 25 minutes up the hike, I almost dropped one of my skis down the cliff.  My knee-jerk reaction was to reach for it, instead, I started to slide down the ridge.  Yeah, scariest frikkin scenario ever!  I must have had a guardian angel following me that day, because as I was sliding to my death, I felt 2 strong hands grab the back of my coat yelling “no!” and pulled me back onto the path.  PHEW!  The ski patrol and his buddies were right behind us.  So lucky. At this point, the inhaler was obsolete, and I had a full-blown asthma attack.  My husband coached me through and we finished the climb.  One of our crew members had altitude sickness at this point and had to have ski patrol take him down on a sled. 

I wish I had me some fatty skis.  Mine were skinny in the middle, and definitely not made for powder days.  I had fun anyways.

I wish I had these!

I pulled myself together, and took a look around at how beautiful and peaceful it was.  The sun was out and there was about 10″ of fresh snow!

Blue Bird Day!


I figured, I made it up, and I will make it down.  So off I went!I tumbled  got down the mountain in about 2 hours.  Yeah, not cool LOL!

Day 2 at Solitude

This was a great day.  This mountain had electronic passes that let you through the gates without being scanned by a liftee. 

This lift took us to the Honeycomb Canyon.  There was deep snow and steep bowls to cruise down.  This was my favorite spot!

Pretty Deep Snow!

On the lift, we kept hearing loud BOOM noises.  It was the grenades that set off avalanches before they opened certain parts of the mountain.

Don't say they didn't warn ya!


Solitude Day 3

This was the day we went home.  We were just going to relax, pack, and grab some lunch this day, until we heard the weather report of 14″ of snow! 

We decided to ski a half day then drive straight to the airport from the mountain.

Soooo deep!

The girls skied together this day.  What a blast!

After our last run, we had a celebratory cheers!

We had goggle tan lines LOL!