10,000 feet towards heaven

How does it feel to be woken up at 5.50 AM in the morning, that too on a Saturday and asked to get ready in 10 minutes to go to Lake Tahoe – a skiing resort ?
Like a dream !
The day went like a breeze. I’d seen cable car and skiing only in movies. There I was .. traveling in a cable car and feeling like being a bond movie, skiing (and falling, though I found skiing to be easier than ice-skating) and feeling like being Levin in Anna Karenina…
Before we knew, it was time to return and only thing that remained was feeling of having spent a great day.

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