I’m not worried about having to make reservations.
I’m not concerned about adhering to state restrictions, being exposed to a virus on a lift, or finding a limited lunch menu in the lodge.
It’s things likes cold toes that have me most worried.
Clearly, this is going to be a ski season unlike any other, filled with enough rules and regulations to make your head spin. There are going to be hurdles to overcome, but, c’mon, after the way last season ended, nothing seems to be too difficult to endure, right? So, we’ve got to plan better and sacrifice some liberties that normally come with skiing and riding. The après scene is going to be the equivalent of partying at a library, and the camaraderie normally discovered in the lodge at the beginning of a bitterly cold day won’t be happening. At least we’ll be skiing.