My dad is a really good skier and started teaching me how to ski when I was about five years old. One of my favorite trips with him was a week in the Poconos at a ski village. We could walk to the slopes, ski, and go back to the house for a break or a meal. It was incredibly fun! This picture is from a summer trip to Maine. Dad and I took a walk by the ocean and talked for hours, not noticing the time passing. The sunburns we got were worth it!