A Day on the Slopes
Today I have chapped lips, a wind burn in the shape of goggles on my face, and a body so sore that I moan each time I move. Jon’s right knee is completely swollen and I heard him cry out in pain when he sat down in the shower this morning. We are getting old. True story.
Yesterday our friend, and pseudo-uncle to the Littles, took Jon, myself, and Devyn and Hudson to Snowy Range for a day on the slopes. Drew has been a part of our lives, since well, forever. He’s the younger brother of one of Jon’s best friends, he’s a bachelor, and the Littles scream “Uncle Drew!” whenever he comes over. Which is quite often. It was a generous offer and one we’re thankful he extended because we had such a fun day!
I’ve never been to Snowy Range before, I’ve only ever skied Colorado’s ski resorts. But I may have been converted to Wyoming’s ski resort for the following reasons: 1. Its cheaper, like, over half the cost cheaper. 2. Its closer, only an hour and 45 minutes away. Also, it was wonderful getting home by 5:00 in the afternoon, as opposed to the 8:00-10:00pm arrival depending on the mountain traffic in Colorado. 3. Way less crowded. Have you ever been to a Colorado ski resort on the weekend? Yikes. No crowds = more time on the mountain. Jon and I may have been converted. We still love our Colorado skiing, but for learning sake and a quick ski trip, Snowy Range may be the way to go.
Now I haven’t been on the slopes since 2006, Devyn was just over a year old. But I was extremely thankful to learn that skiing is much like riding a bike, you don’t really forget. It was Devyn’s second time skiing, the first was when she was three years old. And Hudson’s first time. To say they were excited is an understatement. Its all they talked about for a week.
We decided to bypass the bunny slope or ski lessons in favor of heading straight to the nearest green run. Jon’s a firm believer in the “sink or swim” mentality and honestly, I couldn’t agree more. I’d rather they learn by doing, and they did amazing! The hardest part was getting to the top of the run, as it sloped towards a second green run and it was hard to keep them from going backwards. But once we got them going down the run, they did really well.
Hudson wore the same harness that Devyn used during her first time skiing. By the end of the day, he really didn’t need it, often skiing by himself, but there was some security in having it and he refused to take it off. Devyn skied by herself the whole time, and by the third time down the run, she was rarely falling. Truthfully, she could have made it without falling once, but the moment she’s scared, she falls. She takes after her mama like that.
We skied the same green run about eight or nine times, simply to get them used to it and build their confidence. After two consecutive runs with zero to little falls, we decided to try another green run. It took some coaxing and cajoling, but we made it with few stops and zero injuries. This run led to another ski lift and a second green run. This is where things took a wrong turn.
As Jon, Devyn, and I grabbed the chair, Jon accidently stepped on Devyn’s ski and knocked it off her boot. The lifties had to stop the lift, grab the ski and hand it to us. Good times. There’s always time for a first.
At the top, the view was spectacular. But it was soon apparent that Devyn and Hudson were done. Their legs were tired and meltdown mode had set in. However, we had to get down the run and I prayed we’d make it one piece. Drew and Hudson took off in the harness, leaving Jon and I to get Devyn through the flat spot to the top of the run. At this point, Devyn was between my legs and I was trying to push her. This soon led to tangles skis and me in a split. It wasn’t pretty and my knee is throbbing today as proof of the awkward fall.
Meltdown after meltdown ensued on the run, both from the Littles and the adults. Frustration rose as we knew they were capable of getting down, however, exhaustion and fatigue had made them frustrated too. Not a good mix. It was perfectly clear that we were all done for the day, and just needed to get down the mountain. Suffice it to say, we made it. In spite of ourselves.
Hudson was quite grieved to learn we were done for the day, insisting he wasn’t tired. But yet, he was the first to conk out in the car and snored the entire ride home. Nope, he wasn’t tired. Not at all.
All in all, it was a great day. Jon and I thoroughly enjoyed our time alone with the older two, something we don’t get to do very often. We missed our baby girls, but loved getting to experience a fun day with Devyn and Hudson. It was windy, wet, and cold, but we didn’t hear one complaint from either of them. And as soon as we got down to the bottom, they were ready to do it again. I was one proud mama. A special day, with lots of memories. The aches and pains I’m feeling today were totally worth it!