I didn't think hurtling down a mountain on two waxed sticks of wood would ever really be my idea of a good time, let alone romantic.
In fact, a few weeks ago, at Blue Mountain, as I was heading down my second blue run of the day with J, all I could think of was, "I hate Kim F., I hate Kim F., I hate Kim F.," Kim being one of my longtime friends that I grew up with in California. I also took my first skiing lesson with her - the poor instructor! Of course, it was rationally all her fault that I was stuck in the middle of this almost vertical incline barely able to slide down on my bottom.
However, our family has persevered, mainly due to the calm, steady, kind influence of J, and you saw the pictures from a few weeks ago where we got the entire family, even S in his little pull ups, up a real chair lift and to the top of the hill. (The poor kid can't even make it to the potty, yet we are making him make a pizza pie with his legs and pushing him down a hill.)
This weekend, we decided to take advantage of some of the "Spring" sales (Ha! Spring! It is still -2 degrees Celsius here) and went to our local ski shop to get some boots for J and I. I was the only one still renting equipment, and J had some old equipment he had bought online. The people at Skiis and Biikes were great, if you are ever in Canada and in the market for new equipment (they have stores here and in Vancouver/Whistler). They actually stretched the plastic in my boot, and cut out part of my liner, and put a footbed in J's boot, and did all of this technical wizardry stuff that made our boots fit our feet.
Well, we already had a babysitter last night for a long delayed date night, so we headed out to our local hill, Glen Eden, for a little night skiing. I'm excited all over again writing this! It was so much fun! Don't you wish you could go night skiing? (I can't put this picture in directly b/c of copyright, so click here for a picture.)
We listened to our favorite radio station on the way out (CBC Radio 2, of course), and rode fairly empty lifts and trails down, and it wasn't too icy. We came home, and J made us a decaf latte, and overall, it was a lovely evening. (Except for the gentlemen peeing in the woods at the top of the hill. It took a little ambiance away from the evening, when you watch them zip up, and yellow snow is just gross.)
I'm still careening down the mountain without much finesse, arms and legs flapping like an ungainly flamingo. I fell over in the lift line as I tried to show off by coming in too fast, and it was NOT a pretty picture watching me put on or take off my boots, especially in the dark, for the first time. We're having fun, though, and that's the important thing.
I checked, and Mont Tremblant in Quebec is open until about April 10, so we still have a chance to ski some more. Right, J? Um, J? J?
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