Chris wanted to take the boys up to his old swooshing-grounds while we were in Utah for Christmas. We went up to Powder Mountain (past Huntsville where my dad grew up) for a day of skiing.
Everyone but Chris took some lessons. I've been skiing since I was about 5 but never advanced much past a modified snow plow (did you know they don't call it snow plow anymore?). I need to improve to be able to ski with the boys as they get older. At least I can ski the runs while they weave in and out of the trees or go learn how to do moguls.
Davis is totally ready to start shredding the hills. He loves to head off on trails through the pines. Too bad we don't live closer to the snow. Nathaniel is doing great turns and chooses his own path down the slopes. He enjoyed showing me the different runs he went on with his ski instructor.
We love our friends and family for lending us nice warm snow gear. No one cries on our ski trips over frozen toes or fingers. I thought that was part of skiing when I was a kid. (Can you say "night-skiing at Brighton"?) Maybe someone will have some hand-me downs for me sometime. My snow clothes are older than my kids. (I'm not in the pic but just imagine some purple and royal blue early 90s gear - really. It was nice at the time...)
So pretty. I'm glad we can take our kids to see places like this.
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