Digitally Disillusioned

So tonight the company threw together a “family fun trip” to Rabbit Hill, a local ski resort nestled 20 minutes south of the city. Fans of geography will note that this is nowhere near a mountain, which is why I suppose they call it Rabbit Hill not Rabbit Mountain. Fans of skiing would, I’ve been assured, found the hill elementary and unchallenging. I however found it daunting and when I got to the top my stomach was in my throat.

The top of the bunny hill, that is.

While I had skied when I was quite young, it had been ages and this was really what I’d consider my first time. We blew through a small microlesson and hit the bunny hill. Our company had rented out the entire resort so I was surrounded by coworkers and people I’m desperate to impress. So I’m thrilled to report that  I didn’t fall down even once!

But, yeah, I never left the bunny hill.  And, yeah, it was pretty intimidating right at the top. I’m kind of embarassed to admit that.

But here is a view from the top of the bunny hill. I think it is intimidating to most sentient life.