We loaded up Sunday morning before church and hit the road right after Sunday School and a special presentation at church. The flurries were just starting when we left and the farther we drove the worse the roads got. It was a little slick in spots, and till we finally arrived at the ski resort it was snowing in earnest and the roads were covered. We just beat the worst of the storm.
We rented this cozy townhouse.
Does it get any better than this?! Being in the transportation business, we normally aren't the type that get all excited about snow. Especially in March. But when we're in the mountains wanting to ski & snowboard- that is an entirely different story.
Night skiing!
That kind of cold makes the camera battery die within minutes. So I didn't get any really cool pictures/videos.
Meal prep at home = easy meals on site.
I said no to homemade donuts this year so I could have a vacation too.
It just kept getting more & more beautiful each day! I couldn't soak it in enough!
I don't care what kind of snow Grinch you are, you gotta admit that's pretty.
We were delighted when our son decided to join us after all with his little family. I remember too well what its like to be young married and trying to get established financially -when you got family expectations coming at ya from both sides, generally higher than the cash flow allows, so we try not to pressure them into doing things with us, but it makes our world complete when everyone can participate. And you know what they say- when mamas happy...
And this little monkey kept us from getting bored. lol
Can you pick out our 2 skiers here?
I like when they wear colorful coats so I can pick them out of the crowd.
And our 2 boarders. Who came in after this with icicles hanging from their beards.
This ski resort has some really peculiar names for its trails and lifts. The shuttle driver had good stories. From him we learned about the red spruce forests & logging in the area, and that 'Powder Monkey' refers to the worker responsible for handling the dynamite, not snow powder on the slopes. So a little Google search turned up the fact that ALL the names are a tribute to the logging industry. That explains names like Ballhooter, Whistlepunk and Grab Hammer.
I grew up on the east coast with a ski slope in view from our living room window. On winter evenings when the slopes were lit up, it was wholesome family entertainment to watch other people ski and snow-making machines doing their thing. Not many people have the bragging rights of living that close to a slope. (Or maybe being entertained isn't something to brag about but rather an indication that we didn't 'get out much' in those days.) Sadly, the slope was dismantled and the property sold to a developer before I had kids old enough to ski.
I wish we had a slope closer and we could go more often. I'm still dabbling with the idea of learning to ski with my family. Not snowboard -it makes me claustrophobic just to think of both feet being strapped to one board. I was never athletic and the only sport I didn't hate in school was soccer. I'm not sure if it's crazy or cool to try learn a sport when one is a grandma.
I'll admit it is a lot safer & cheaper to stay inside making the donuts and crocheting, but I always feel like I'm missing out on the fun.
