Every year, I reconsider packing my skis for the annual ProJac ski trip.  I think how lovely it would be to sit by the fire, reading my book and sipping on something delicious. I could roam around the town, or ski village watching people and buying tiny ski souvenirs. Then, I pack my skis and we hit the road west.  

This trip was different. Maybe less stressful? Maybe I was more confident? Maybe I just cared a little bit less? Regardless of the reason, I don't think I'll question bringing my skis next year. They are already packed.