While not a big New Year's reveler, this year's fete was a blast Catskills-style...the most fun New Year's yet since India where we all danced to the disco beat with people half our age. ..well, at least half my age. I don't remember having ever been to the Catskills and it was fun to be in the land of the legendary Sleepy Hollow, Rip Van Winkle, Last of the Mohicans. It is truly beautiful...gorgeous mountains, streams, birch trees, rocks, ice, snow...you name it. Well, even kale was there, but I will get to that in a moment.
Close as I ever want to come to the native wildlife. I have serious bear issues!
Part of the fun was that Hunter Mountain was right across the street from us. The call of the wild beckoned. I felt the urge to wax up and hit the slopes until I saw that a few things had changed since I had last been skiing...about 30 years ago. Let's start with the clothes...more zippers and pockets that you can imagine and waterproof. And the boots. Goodness...so high tech. Then the size of the skis...what happened there? They are so short!!!! And then, snowboards...how cool to see them up close. Jon even had a really clever board that split into two cross country skis! Gosh...where have I been?
Thoroughly Modern Lissa
Lissa trying to update Mom with borrowed gear
Wanting to find my ski legs before actually putting them to the test, I found the perfect slope sport for me. Take a look...
I already have several trial runs in and I am ready for this to be the next Olympic sport. Forming a team? I'm in. Mastered that tube. Rocked the 3-5 session.
You all know by now how kale crazy I am and can find it anywhere. While still in NYC, I had several fab kale salads and even found a shirt with my name on it.
And so, it came as an extra delight that as part of the wonderful New Year's Eve feast Jon and Melissa prepared Catskills-style, there was a delicious kale salad. It was just as delish for breakfast the next morning!