Sheltering In Place

It's a very festive time of year here in our little hideaway. And although it's colder than normal (gee, thanks Sin for shipping that Canadian cold air in our direction) we've been enjoying some time together - between the sheets and elsewhere.

Last night there was an event in town where local businesses decorated and sold Christmas trees with profits going to local charities. We both like this one, put together by a funky local lingerie store, decorated with ceramic skulls and death masks -- sort of a goth Christmas. There was a funky dance band, and a skinny guy dressed in a Santa Suit taking some of the locals for a spin on the dance floor.

Mistress and one of our friends even flirted a bit with the local Mayor. As with most folks here, he is a jack of all trades: He sings in an Hispanic band, owns a radio station and a local bar, and even a music supply store.

How could we tell he was the Mayor? Well he had a jacket on that said so.

Of course, we didn't stay out too late. We had been out on the cold slopes, and spent some time in the sack through late afternoon. We needed to preserve our energy for another day on the mountain.

We woke a little early, indulged in some feisty wake-up sex, and discovered that the sun that had broken through yesterday at sunset was now hidden by another layer of snow clouds. settled down before the fire, eating breakfast, we debated whether to venture out.

Our sense of adventure overcame our good judgment and we ended up on the slopes at around 11 am. The wind was blowing, the snow falling, the air chilled with a cold fog obstructing what are normally stunning views. The lift operator confirmed it was minus 12 degrees as we slid into position for the ride up the mountain.

Dang.

We did make it through a few runs until our toes, fingers and faces began to numb up. (And never fear WC, Mistress's work-a-day cock was well protected from the perma-frosting).

The snow was nice, but then it's early in the season right? Plenty of turns left, and powder stashes to explore. So Mistress and Slave locked up their skis and turned tail and headed back to our little cabin.

The Keva fire place is now roaring. Mistress is spread out on the sofa with her kindle as Slave blogs this update, and we are wondering what the heck possessed us to venture out at all. I have a feeling we will soon be back in our bed, doing what a Mistress and her devoted slave are wont to do on a cold day in our empty nest.

Stay warm, compadres.