Mountains of concrete

We have returned from Utah and all is well.  The Professor enjoyed his meetings and skied well and I gained a few pounds while sitting around while my knee continued to heal.  Ugh!

For several days we had beautiful weather during our stay in Snowbird.  But then a heavy snowstorm was predicted and not wanting to be stranded since we didn't have a four-wheel drive, we decided to leave ahead of it. Unfortunately, we didn't leave EARLY enough and found ourselves inching down the mountainside in low visibility traveling barely two miles an hour.  It was quite intense as we passed a number of cars that had slid off the road.  

What was amazing to me was the number of cars that were coming UP the mountain!  I guess there is nothing like fresh powder for those who love to ski.

Me, though ... I'll take sugar-white beaches of sand versus snow.  Too cold in those mountains! Although I do love Utah's beauty and wide open spaces.  The mountains are breathtaking.

Unlike my view today in downtown Philly.

 

I guess one could call these buildings or better yet,
these 'concrete mountains",
as breathtaking.

And in a way, they are breathtaking.

But whenever I feel enclosed,

I find myself looking skyward.

It makes me feel more free.

My preference always is and always will be wide open spaces

filled with critters and birds, beaches and shorelines.

And that's why while in the city today between my appointments, 

I found this delightful window view where I could write this post.

Even in a city filled with concrete,
beauty and space can be found.
We only have to look up!

Solitude

Sometimes it is necessary to travel the road alone

to find the song 

we were 

meant 

to sing

:::

only in solitude

can we find ourselves

~ ~ ~ 

Chillin' in Utah

As you know, I'm really a beach girl at heart, but once or twice a year, The Professor needs a ski fix, so off we go to the chilly mountains of Utah. 

 The Professor has an annual conference at Utah each year with fellow colleagues. 

After the meetings are done, they all head out to get some skiing in either at Snowbird, Alta, Park City or Deer Valley.  There are so many mountain ski resorts surrounding Salt Lake City, 

it's hard to pick a favorite.

Probably my favorite is Park City.  I'm not a great skier but do enjoy the beauty of gliding down the mountainside at my leisure.  I especially like finishing the day with a cold beer 

to celebrate that no injuries have occurred!

Being 60, one is appreciate of such things. 

Unfortunately, this year, no skiing for me 

as my knee continues to heal from recent surgery.

But The Professor is enjoying skiing with our son who took the above photo today 

as they head down one most difficult black diamond course, 

Nina's Curve!

 And this year for me, I'll enjoy the view from our warm lodge 

and still have that cold beer at the end each day . . .  

to celebrate OTHERS who have not

incurred any injuries!

By the way, it's COLD up here!