It was a family ski day. Chuck had to go to Nelson but the rest of us headed to the ski hill 30 minutes north, a small family-friendly hill. It has a handful of runs (one easy, a few intermediate, a few expert), a short steep T-bar and about 500 vertical feet of drop. No lineups, so you can get dozens of runs in in a day.
Believe it or not Erin hadn’t been skiing since she was a tyke, and Noah had never ever been. With Chuck on call so much, it was pretty much going to end up being me and three beginning skiers on the hill with a toddler to also look after … and that didn’t seem humanly possible.
And then the years just slipped by. Life got very full — so much travel, so many rehearsals. Any free day was needed for recharging, and somehow we never went skiing.
Finally this year Sophie and Fiona started skiing, initially with the school’s ski program. During this program they had instructors on hand so they got lessons and progressed quickly. They were soon skiing well and managing the T-bar just fine together. So I figured it was time to get the big kids going.
Erin got her ski legs back pretty quickly, and Noah, daredevil that he is, did some lovely wipeouts trying to go faster than any beginner should ever go, but eventually saw the wisdom of learning to control his speed. Which he did, quite capably.
Sophie got confident enough to try the t-bar solo and discovered it was easy. Sophie and Fiona enjoyed a combination of beginning and intermediate runs, and especially the trails through the forest.
Unfortunately Sophie got a migraine in the afternoon so we cut the day a little short. But not too much … I had some viola teaching to do, and we were expecting company for dinner, so we weren’t going to ski until closing anyway. But we’ll be back I think. And Sophie has already decided she wants a season’s pass for next year. (I think Fiona will be lined up right behind her.)