John loves to go skiing for his birthday. It is all he has asked for since he was like 14. This was my second year going with him and we had so much fun. We left Glen with Grandma Hansen and we took off for the slopes. We got to Alta at about 9:30 or so and it was freezing. The temperature at the time was -2, but with the suns help it warmed up a lot after only a few hours. We stopped for lunch at Alf's lodge before heading back to the mountain (which incidentally we never left) 
I took a lot of scenery pictures because it was absolutely gorgeous up there.
As you can see the sun was shining an
d it mad the snow sparkle.
Breathtaking is all I can say.
It wasn't windy where we were down on the slopes, but you can see the wind picking the snow up off the summit here. I think this looks really cool. This picture was taken right after we got there and I am standing next to the car, gotta love the zoom.
Aww, the ski lift, the view, the terror. The place to rest sore muscles until the next run down.
This is the view from our table in Alf's Lodge. It looks so peaceful and serene, no one would ever know that waiting just out side lurking in the shadows are sore muscles, soft snow drifts to plough into, and the chance to go a million miles an hour down a steep hill.
Lunch break, mmm...my husband. What a great man. I sure do love him.
As you can see the sun was shining an
d it mad the snow sparkle.
Breathtaking is all I can say.
It wasn't windy where we were down on the slopes, but you can see the wind picking the snow up off the summit here. I think this looks really cool. This picture was taken right after we got there and I am standing next to the car, gotta love the zoom.
Aww, the ski lift, the view, the terror. The place to rest sore muscles until the next run down.
This is the view from our table in Alf's Lodge. It looks so peaceful and serene, no one would ever know that waiting just out side lurking in the shadows are sore muscles, soft snow drifts to plough into, and the chance to go a million miles an hour down a steep hill.
Lunch break, mmm...my husband. What a great man. I sure do love him.
