I do not think anything could be more beautiful than skiing in Vail. I am not an expert skier and definitely fell quite a few times, but nothing beats the view we got to take in every day. I forced George to go skiing for the first time two years ago. He has had 2 ACL surgeries on the same leg and still appeased his wife my midwest skiing. He even ventured with 3 of my girlfriends and dealt with our peak and pits of the trip the entire car ride home. Needless to say it was emotional, but he fell in love with the sport. The next year I had to opt out of skiing because I was only 8 month pregnant (nbd). I lodged it up with Katie’s husband Dave (one of my best friends) who had zero desire to ski, despite his awesome Canadian Goose coat. We had the best time ever, but I was ready to hit the slopes again. This year I was not about to pass up an opportunity to hit the slopes. We started looking for beach vacations and fell victim to the fact that Zika is everywhere!!! Then, in a spur of the moment decision I called George freaking out. There were only 2 seats left on the direct flight to Vail. Let’s do it!! He agreed and here we are. Skiing together for the first time in 3 years. One thing I hate about skiing is feeling like you are wearing a burlap sack. I have a great pair of Columbia ski pants that are fitted and fabulous that I could not find. The worst. Instead I found these North Face Pants on sale. They said “matchstick fit” but looked loose on the model. Joke on me. They were skin tight and I was worried they’d burst on the slopes. They ended up working out and I felt fitted and fabulous! I also tried to branch out of the black on black I usually wear with my white coat, and of course ALWAYS a helmet!