Never Turn Down a Challenge
"I'm going skiing out west this weekend," Andrew said, exhaustion coloring his voice on the phone.
"You can't just go out west."
"Sure I can!"
"Have you made reservations? Found a flight? I'm being realistic."
"Don't ruin my fantasy, it's all that's getting me through the week."
We were a couple weeks back from our long weekend in Quebec City where the skiing was great, but as icy as New England. Andrew was craving deep powder.
Later in the week I asked him, only partly tongue-in-cheek, if he'd booked his trip. He didn't even recall our conversation--that's how tired he'd been when we'd had it. The next day he asked if I wanted to go to Utah for a weekend in March.
"It's your fault, you know. You mentioned going for a weekend, and it got me thinking. So I went on-line and found that we can get to Salt Lake City in less time than it took to go to Quebec."
"Okay. Sure. Let's go." I never turn down a challenge.