It's something we do each year, my family and I. Sometimes a few more, sometimes a few less of us.
I'm not the greatest skiier -- I learned in my teens, I guess. But I never did much after that. Not until I started up again about 10 years ago. I tried, briefly, snowboarding. Two bruised hips, black-and-blue wrists and lessons later, I wondered why I bothered. Why put myself through the agony when I already knew how to ski?
So I bought the skiis. Online, cheap. And boots. And out I went.