This week has at times felt like a dream, maybe because I have woken each morning to Richard looking out the window, or sneaking downstairs in the darkness of early winter mornings to check the snow report. Tuesday, I was a little grumpy at this 5, 6, and final 7am wake up call. But with 43cms overnight, and it continuing to dump, I didn't protest heading to the hill at 8:15am. Yes, that's right. We were at the chairlift by 8:30am, the lifties were still shoveling out a place for us to put our skis!