A cold, hard day. A day for puzzles.
A quick trip up to the ski hill this morning was marred only by the fact that there were so many people. The lift line ups were ridiculous. A five minute ski run resulted in thirty minutes waiting in line.
For the most part people know how a ski lift line up works. You merge the same way you would if you were in traffic. If you are a single rider you get in the single rider line and take your chances as to who you get on the chair with. I personally love doing it if I’m skiing alone. You meet the coolest people.
Anyway, getting through the line is not hard. Yes, it’s a bit of a puzzle. This piece goes then that piece goes.
However, some people have obviously never done a puzzle.
The afternoon was then spent actually doing a puzzle.
Relaxing and anxiety inducing all at the same time. When you get to that point where all the pieces left are the same colour.
Blue ski has never been so infuriating.
If I had my way I would stay in my cozy warm bed all day. But no , I had promised my daughter that we would go skiing today so I dragged my sorry butt out of bed and put on my long johns. Damn it’s cold.
For me, the worry on days like this is that your child will….
A. Be miserable and a fair amount of money will be wasted
B. Spend every moment on the chairlift asking when we are going to the lodge for hot chocolate.
C. Have something catastrophic happen and the rest of the day will be shot.
But amazingly, it was all good. Lots of successful runs. A few laughs. Hot chocolate and cookies. More runs.
Walking back to the parking lot I fall down a small snow bank on my face onto my skis. Blood. First aid hut.
Rest of day is spent in bed, trying to keep warm and realizing that I am old and uncoordinated.
Best Thing in Life? Realizing that I didn’t need to worry about something catastrophic happening to her because it was, in fact, me that was the only mishap.
One of the best things in life for me is skiing. There is just something about the freedom, speed and fresh air that, for me, is completely intoxicating. I think the culture of skiing is appealing too. There’s a certain camaraderie amongst skiers. And then of course there is après ski.
It’s a life I have tried to pass on to my kids and so far have been fairly successful. For me the ultimate ski day starts at first tracks and ends when they close the runs. It’s just the way I was brought up. Occasionally my husband needs to remind me that just because I love it, it doesn’t mean that my kids will love it with the same zeal that I do. And they may not want to ski all five days we are in Whistler. Whatever.
I was probably five, maybe six when my dad first took me skiing. Seymour Mountain; Goldie Rope Tow. It was cold and wet and I was miserable. My dad is not a patient man and after a few attempted runs we had both had enough. He took me back to the car and then went back to skiing by himself. Remember this was 1969 and this was still considered okay. So I sat in the car and pouted. After a while a ski patrol guy happened to pass by. I guess he felt bad for me and since the car was unlocked ( again, they did that back then) he asked if I wanted some hot chocolate. Um, yes. Eventually my parents came back to get me and well, I wasn’t there. I was a happy camper drinking hot chocolate with the nice. ski patrol. I’ve loved skiing ever since.
Somewhere in my elementary school years I actually became quite a good skier. Perhaps it was the hundreds of runs I did with my dad skiing a few feet behind me yelling “bend your knees, skis together, bend your knees, skis together”. That and the crack of dawn wake up calls for road trips to Mt Baker or Hemlock Meadows where we skied all day, only stopping for a picnic lunch at the back of the car. I can’t say that I always enjoyed that part of it, but it did improve my skiing.
So what do I want for my kids? I want them to enjoy life and all that it has to offer. Am I going to get them up out of their beds to go skiing with me? Hell yes. Will it be at the crack of dawn? Probably not. I’ll take the good parts of what my parents did and put my own spin on it.