We did it! We finally made a real none VT ski trip this past weekend. Not that there's anything wrong with a VT ski trip. In fact, we've become spoiled rotten having a good mountain, free lodging and some Q-time with grandparents available to us whenever we say yes. (For the record, we're saying yes in a few weeks time.) But even though it requires a bit of a hike, going to VT is almost a mindless effort. We don't have to prep, explore, convince the girls that this is in fact fun. Some of this ease has made me feel like a bit less of an enthusiast. So buying a ski rack, packing a gear back, throwing the girls into the wagon as the first snow was beginning to fall in VA, and then making a slow but steady push towards WV made me feel a bit more legit. It was a LOOONG weekend- 5ish hours to get there, one half night of sleep, 6ish hours of skiing, 5 hours back (considering the Arbys stop) and back at work this AM. But still, we did it.
Best of all, Snowshoe was a decent mountain and definitely worth the trip and the girls loved it. After a skiddish start, Isabel was queen of the magic carpet, demonstrating that she could in fact do it all on her own. We're trying to encourage her to turn and the incredible, weird thing was, she was almost parallel ski turning at a few points. She could snow plow to stop herself when she needed to. Could she be that advanced? I doubt it but can you imagine?
We got Lottie up on skis as well. She was more fond of the lift than anything but she skied some between our knees and some being carried. Her favorite part was singing a wobbly rendition of the "Hokey Pokey" as we went down the hill. Isabel was the same at 3- a good "Wormin' Polka" (for you Backyardigan fans out there) could distract her from the cold. My question (for anyone out there) is how do you explain "don't sit on your skis" to a 3 years old? Please stand up wasn't doing the trick.
Of course after a morning of squat skiing and cheering, by the time I was ready to take a few runs after lunch I was a bit shocked at the pitch of the run I chose. So shocked in fact I mini panicked and then face planted. Always a good way to warm up after a year of rusting. I was so tired I felt a bit like Derek Zoolander, only able to go to the left in this instance. I seriously paid for it today. My right calf muscle is in a knot and no amount of stretching or the two miles I jogged today will seem to pacify the beastly thing. I fear my Zumba performance may be impacted.
Oh well, it's too bad we couldn't pack a little more time off in this weekend. Now to just get myself through the next two weeks before my next fix.
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