Make a friend on the lift

Today I met a friend on the lift.

Family members had decided to go in for lunch and I had one more pre-lunch run in me. I stood in line for the lift and because the lines were so short, I imagined I would just ride up by myself. Then a kind, "May I join you?" came by my side.

As we rode to the top, Margaret introduced herself, asked where I was from, how often I ski, and if I was having a good day. Very kind. I always find that when out skiing people generally are very friendly - who has reason not to be when you're surrounded by snow-covered mountains participating in an activity you love?

What I especially enjoyed about Margaret was that she was just that as I would expect on the ski lift - kind, friendly, open to the quick get-to-know-you on the lift. She is a Utah transplant - moved here 20 years ago from CT, she said, because she and her husband wanted to be in a place where the snow was outside of the city. And when asked about how often she gets out to ski, she said, "I come out 3-4 days a week. When you grow up old enough, you get to do that." 

What's not to love about this new friend?