Skiing

A friend mentioned the proximity of Greek slopes. Research was completed. Plans were then made. And plane tickets were purchased.

Cautiously excavating the Peugeot from an overpriced underground parking unit into the early morning sun, our brief time here was over. It was time for skiing Sierra Nevada, the mountains looming over Granada.

Always in the big woods, when you leave familiar ground and step off alone into a new place, there will be, along…