Ski week

At the end of March there are a couple of weeks in Lapland where the sun stays high in the sky into the evening. The ground is covered in a plush layer of snow, like whipped cream on crushed Oreos. We prepared for our trip to the land of marshmallow winter. David skiied for hours every weekend. I did not. We watched the Winter Olympics with a religious regularity, so chock-full of raw humanity it…