Mid March was (sigh) still perfect weather for skiing in Wisconsin.
And the lifts were open, so off we went.
Nicholas may have first tried to put on a pair of skis that belonged to a man with a thick Russian accent, who was not a gentle soul. But Nick wound up finding the correct pair. We have a way with the other skiers of different ethnicities. We've taken to packing our own lunches after getting into a bit of a row with a gentleman over open seats in the cafeteria last time we were there.
And, my crew was off.
And, first time ever that we've found a single hotel room that had enough beds for all of us, never mind that Patric and I wound up in the bunk beds in the loft after reaching bedtime before the children.
More on the beach in a little bit.
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