The thing about being divorced and dateless is some times you just have to go about finding your own solo adventure. Today that adventure came in the form of a bus, the Bay Area Ski Bus that is. I grew up skiing but living here in the bay, it’s a past time I’ve neglected because 5 days a week I battle commute traffic to work and the last thing I want to do on a free weekend is battle traffic to Tahoe. So while the kids were at their Dad’s for the weekend, I woke up and went to the Walnut Creek BART at the crack of darkness and joined a bus load of sleepy skiers that have been gathered from the South Bay in route to Sierra at Tahoe. Once aboard I knew I could not resist the sleepiness that hummed over the occupants, I pulled my hoodie over my eyes and succumbed to the darkness of the early hour.
I’m so used to travel by air, that in my snoozy state, an occassional pothole was mistaken for in-flight turbulence. We reached Sierra at Tahoe in less than three hours. It was a beautiful sunny and warm day and ice coat that the trails wore quickly softened. I was thankful for the almost non-existant lift lines as it allowed me to loop trail-to-lift for hours. That’s the benefit of solo adventure. For hours was just me, the sun, the snow, my skis and my thoughts. I could not have asked for a better meditation retreat.
Eventually, my wobbly knees needed a break. The weather was so fine the resort patio was swarming with sun lovers, shed of parkas and boots gathering around cafe tables for lunch al-fresco and napping on reclining chairs. I could not help but join them.
…and like that the day was over. I gathered my gear and headed back to the Ski Bus where the crew had prepared a mini-Apres Ski party before we boarded our bus back to the Bay. I look forward to being their guest again.