Well, I would just like to start this post out by saying, "HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY!"
(that's a special shout out for my sister... haha)
Anyway, after a great MLK weekend skiing in Ruidoso, I decided I just didn't get enough! I left Friday afternoon with my friend Greg Wright and went back to Ruidoso with my parents! A big storm hit and Ski Apache got a total of 32 new inches of snow from Thursday to Saturday! We got up Saturday morning and were all ready to go check out the awesome snow on the mountain... but we had a little problem... we didn't have chains and even with 4 wheel drive, we were going to have a tough time getting up the mountain road. By the time we got chains put on, taken off, put on again the right way, messed with them some more to get them to fit right, and finally got up the road to the mountain, it was about noon so we just bought our half-day lift tickets and hit the slopes!
Wow, talk about thick, fresh powder! Skiing was HARD WORK! We (Mom, Dad, David, Debra, Greg and I) skied a few hours and called it a day... we were exhausted! So we just spent the rest of the evening and next day relaxing at the cabin, enjoying the snow and enjoying feeding the deer out of our hands!
So then we came back to Lubbock, had a nice Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and then Thursday we got hit by a big storm and ended up having Thursday afternoon and Friday classes cancelled because of the snow and icy roads!! So once again, we got a long weekend!
This weekend was also the annual BYX Rave! BYX is the Christian fraternity who also put on the barn dance last semester.
Now another week of classes has begun and it is still dreadful getting up each morning to walk across campus to class in the cold!
This morning as I was walking through Memorial Circle I was focussed on staying warm, people were passing each other hurrying to get to class, and as I heard the rumbling of a delivery truck as it was parked in front of a building, the sound of the diesel engine running, the smell of the exhaust, my breath visible in front of me as I inhaled and exhaled in the cold, moist air...for a fleeting second I imagined I was walking down Madison Avenue in the Big City and then I glanced up and saw the Texas flag flying, the Spanish-structured buildings, the cowboy hat on the guy across the street, and the countless girls wearing leggings, Uggs, and their recently purchased Patagonia fleece tops. It was then that I remembered I was still in the same West Texas I have been in my entire life. I was a little bit disappointed, but then I couldn't help but smile because this "same West Texas" is home. And I love it.
Well, that's about it for now...
-SG
