To the mountains!

My sister and I are planning a ski trip for late February! Yay! I haven't been skiing in close to 10 years, so this should be quite an adventure. In my mind, I'm quite excited, but I have a feeling several of my limbs will form a protest. My legs, especially, seem fairly apprehensive about gliding down a slippery surface while attached to two waxed sticks that are actually designed to make you go as fast as possible. My legs, I daresay, are not adventurous. They feel that the trees are out to get them and that moguls are unnecessarily mean.
I say, bring 'em on! (Granted, I don't say that too loudly.)
I can't believe that the last time I went skiing was almost a decade ago. Sheesh! I'd visit my parents when they lived in Nevada, and we had the benefit of being close to quite a few great ski resorts. The town they lived in had its own set of runs, called Diamond Peak or something. I took a few lessons there, so I was at least able to stop and turn without hitting anyone or anything. However, I never was that keen on taking the black diamond runs...my respect for gravity ran deep, as did my awareness of my level of skill.
I do remember one particular time I went skiing with my sister (same one I'm planning the trip with now). It was at a place called Northstar at Tahoe, and we went midweek, so it was fairly uncrowded. We went on the same run over and over again, and I don't think we had to wait in a line once. The nice thing about going when we did is that I didn't have to worry about getting in anyone's way. By the end of the day, I was pretty confident going down the run and was able to pick up some good speed. That was wicked cool.
It'll be a little bit of a drive to get down there, but I think it'll be quite worth it.