Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Even though I'll be writing these next couple of posts at the desk in my uni room, in grey and rainy Edinburgh, I feel I should give them some context. From the 28th December to the 6th January, my parents, sister, and I were lucky enough to be invited to stay with some family friends at their house in Jackson.
Having only ever been to New York and very briefly L.A, I had no idea what to expect from the mid-West. All I can say is it's breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn't get my head around the juxtaposition between the dead-flat valley floor and the jagged Teton mountain range rising up into the sky.
Apart from one day off when we decided to do some shopping and sightseeing (and an extra no-ski day for me after I wrenched my left ankle during one particularly spectacular wipeout) every day was spent skiing (or snowboarding if you're my Dad or Tabitha and like to be different).
We were up at 7am, in line for the first lift at 9am and didn't stop till the lifts did at 4pm. Karen and Steve made sure we made the most of every moment we had and though I've never been so tired from a "holiday", it has to have been one of the best ski trips ever.
I hope that gives some background!
Happy New Year