Muju Mountain

The only benefit of living in a cold country surrounded by mountains is, of course, the ability to ski in the winter. Around the first of December, the thought of skiing down a snow covered mountain fills us with excitement, which makes up for shivering every time we walk out the front door. However, during this same time period our brains start going into a hibernation and our ability to reason suffers. For some reason, we don't think it is going to be cold while we imagine ourselves racing down champagne powdered slopes. Doesn't it stand to reason that if we are cold in the city, then we will be much colder a couple thousand feet higher on top of windy mountain? Of course, you idiot, but that didn't stop us from going to Muju Mountain again this year.

We decided to take a day trip up to our local ski resort this past Saturday. It was a rough day that started with a 5am rivalee and it was followed by a 2.5 hour bus ride up to the mountain. We slept most of the ride up. After getting geared up, we took our first run down the baby slope to get warmed up and to get comfortable on skis again. We soon found out that the baby runs were as advanced as we were going to get for the day. There wasn't enough snow on the ground for them to open the lifts on top of the mountain. Depression soon set in upon this discovery, followed by numbness in Lauren's fingers and toes. To make things worse, it started snowing! There is only so much Lauren can take before she is warming up next to a fire in a lounge complaining about how much she misses Florida.