We went to Snowshoe WV to ski for the second Christmas in a row. We had fabulous snow when we got there. (So fabulous in fact that we couldn't get up the drive way to our house, till some local boy plowed it.) We had to hike through 24 inches of snow with puppy in hand and three kids who had to pee, real bad, up a 50 yard driveway.
My kids are hell on skis.
Rocket man on the left goes straight down the mountain with few turns. He doesn't seem to have a problem stopping whenever he gets where he is going. (Unlike me...)
Ski Bunny in the middle is good at making it all look so easy. Steepness doesn't deter her. She really only cares if her ski pants match her coat, and that her gator is the wrong shade of pink.
Suzy Chapstick on the right, is a no-nonsense, danger is better and "can you keep up" machine. Next year she needs to snowboard.
All of the kids wanted to do at the end of the week was spend time on the terrain park. The terrain park is an area where there are obstacles and jumps and things to slide on, "shredding"? (I prefer to avoid obstacles, not jump, and shred not!)
Rocket man attempted to slide acrossed something that he ended up straddeling instead. Big Ouch!
Two days of ski school was only baby sitting an attempt to give them better speed control skills.
Here we are at the top of the world. I could only gather the kids together for a few seconds because they had much better things to do, owning the mountain and all! To get to the top of the world, I had to go down trails that I didn't want to or felt I had the courage or skill to. Hard to chicken out in front of the kids though. They already took turns baby sitting me.
So the trail on the left looks like it plummets into the great abyss. (It does) And the one on the right has slightly less...plummet-ness. I took right and the kids took left. Rocket Man went with me, he drew the short straw. I was feeling a little full of myself and was carefree flying down the mountain. I had a major wipe-out on the easiest trail of all. Poor Rocket Man had to help me with my skis and practically hold my hand till we met up with the rest of the clan at the Sugar Shack. (The bar). Honey, who is in fact a doctor, examined my shoulder, ( in one of those doctory ways that includes pressing on things till you scream) thought I had a fractured clavicle. Or a separated shoulder. My friends bought me a Jack and Coke. I got to meet the ski patrol. They made me scream too. They recommended an x-ray. Honey whispered in my ear that an x-ray then or several days later wouldn't change anything. So went went back to the house and he poured me another Jack and Coke, packed my shoulder in snow and put me down for a long winters nap. I took the next day off and it was a Christmas miracle! My shoulder felt better. SO much better that I skied again the last day. More cautiously, but I skied any way. I can't really pick my right arm up over my head and have a hard time putting my clothes on, but I will get it checked out after the kids go back to school.
Here is our Christmas dinner. We had honey baked ham, home made baked mac n cheese, green beans, croissants, and coconut cake. Not bad for the mountains. The family that went with us were great fun. (oh and just to point out the kids have cranberry juice and snow in their wine glasses!)
Long trip home to find Santa had been there. But it did tick me off that we come home on the 27th to have our Christmas and half of our neighborhood has already tossed their trees out for the garbage man.
People seem to rush the holiday and then can't wait to get it over with! So sad!