It’s No Golf Course in Boston

Meiko at the end of the day

Once I shut up about Seattle, I started making some new friends. I consoled myself with Pete’s and an occasional better coffee in the North End. But I never, ever got over the fact that I was living in a cold place, a really cold place, and that the skiing that was closest to us was a golf course.

I never got used to skiing around bare-branched trees. I never enjoyed skiing in 10 degree weather…give me a grey day of 35 degrees any day over a bright blue 10 degree day…and hell, what skiing I know has always been on done on Cascade Concrete..so this fluffy icy powder? Ssseessh, who needs it?

Not to say Westin did not have its pluses. Night skiing and the ability to take the subway were pretty cool, and skiing on a golf course is better than sitting at home, but dude, today was awesome.

I got used to my skis and falling down while Vic and Mieko took introductory lessons. I helped with their ski etiquette, “Leave your skis outside while eating lunch…”, and we did some Double Black Diamond hills in the afternoon. They did fine.

Like last week, we stopped Tamarind Tree for “Driver’s Choice”. It’s a surprisingly stylish restaurant in the Viet Wah complex. There, we made our plans for next week. It’ll be another day at Snoqualmie, and will include another round of lessons, though this time for everybody.

Snoqualmie is Way Better than Westin