So my friend Stephanie posted on her blog last week that she and her husband took the kids up to Sundance to experience the full moon ski-lift ride. Well I thought that sounded beautiful, and fun, so I texted Frit and said, “Let’s go!” She said, “OK!”
So off we went, through the canyon and up the mountain to Sundance. But upon getting out of the car and lining up for the shuttle, we looked around, only to find that we were surrounded by couples. Lovey. dovey. couples. Snuggled under blankets. Ready for a night of moonlit romance on the ski-lift. And here we were. Two single gals. No men to speak of. With a blanket yes, but too nervous now to actually snuggle underneath it–together.
It hadn’t even crossed my mind that this was a “date activity.”
I got to the ticket counter and couldn’t bring myself to say “one please” so I ended up buying Frit’s ticket too.
“Oh, the things we do for a blog post,” she laughed under her breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It means I get dragged into some crazy things sometimes, just for the sake of a blog post.”
I said, “whatever.”
(Don’t tell her…but she’s right. She’s absolutely right.)
So we get in line for the lift, but the moon isn’t anywhere to be seen. It’s not even out for the first half of the ride up. It’s behind a bunch of clouds. And I’m thinking, I’m not even going to get any good pictures for this post! But, luckily the mountain is tall, and the lift is long, and eventually the moon crept out from behind the clouds.
And there we sat, a foot apart, Frit under the blanket, me with my hands shoved into the pockets of my hoodie, riding up the mountain, passing lift-chair after lift-chair of lovers whispering in the moonlight.
Truth be told, it was pretty amazing. Utah is such a beautiful state and we’re both glad we went. And we’d totally do it again. It was just a little embarrassing for a minute. Plus … this experience only slightly rivaled the time I decided to go to the movies by myself in college. On a Friday night. In Provo, Utah. In my pajamas. With a box of candy, a bag of popcorn, a giant soda and a wad of Kleenex (‘cuz I was going to see Charly–a “crier”…like, “ugly sobbing cry, snot dripping movie”). Clearly, I did not think that one through.