27 in 24

Last night, I lay in my bed taking survey of everything that was overworked, bruised, or just generally sore thanks to soccer and four consecutive days on the snow (although two were mellow). In fact, aside from Thanksgiving dinner over a friend’s house, I did not go out or drink at all this holiday weekend, though the wine on Turkey Day was quite delicious, because I was just too fatigued.

Nearly three feet of snow fell on the Wasatch since Thursday with 27” of it falling in 24 hours, between Saturday and Sunday mornings. Only in Utah can you ski consistently thigh-deep snow in November. Yesterday was simply incredible and I am still tired.