It was a bit of a struggle. Packing until 10 p.m. Alarm going off at 3:45 a.m. Taxi failing to show up at the scheduled 4:30 a.m. A generous, and sleepy-eyed Greatest Husband jumping out of a warm bed to drive me pell mell to the airport at 4:45 a.m. in 8 degree temps.
But, I made it.
And, folks, they have mountains here.
Right outside my hotel room window.
Let the games begin.