A rainy day on the slopes

Today was a first for me: skiing in the rain. We drove up to Killington, Vermont last night—in the rain—and woke up to a wet day on the slopes. We'd hoped that the temperature would drop a couple of degrees, so that the rain would turn to snow, but no such luck. By midday, my down jacket was soaked through, and I could wring my gloves out like they were full, wet sponges. I'd like to say that this was not only a "first," but also a "last."