It felt so good to get on my powder sticks and run laps at Anchorage’s own Hiltop Ski Area on a Monday night with my soul sister, Hannah. She’s and I sit in the same bucket, of wanting to ski more, liking to ski, and being married (soon-to-be) to these passionate, skiing fanatics that we simply can’t keep up with. Her husband gifted her ski passes to Hiltop to practice, practice, practice her downhill, and she gifted one to me so we could get some turns in together.
Hiltop is short and sweet. There three, maybe four, main runs to the bottom and we lapped each one. Maybe it was the endorphins, maybe the sweet rosy sunset on our faces… I couldn’t help but feel a heart full of gratitude that this little hill exists in Anchorage, that there are women in my life who want to play together and encourage each other to get better, and that I get to experience both.