|Me wearing the Mountain: Collage by Harley|
Yes, but there's so many other things to enjoy too.
Friday night: I drove the three hours to Tahoe in the dark. (Kevin had to stay behind one night as Cy had try-outs again - soccer this time). In the car: kids, the fridge leftovers and a pineapple... which rode back on the return journey Sunday night, uneaten. 10pm, arrived at our rental house to find the heating broken. Again. I half fixed it and we crawled into bed wearing our ski jackets, didn't get to sleep until 2am.
Sat morning: Woke up feeling as fresh as the day after I had my first baby... following 24 hours labour. Packed up Kevin's and Cy's gear as they were meeting us at the mountain. Couldn't find Tallulah's season pass. Drive the half hour to Alpine Meadows. Arrive at Alpine to a thin layer of snow and icy patches. Line up to get Tallulah a new pass. Her gloves are missing. Find her gloves outside. Line up to go to the bathroom. Leave my gloves in bathroom stall. Haunt bathroom for a half hour as can't remember which stall I left them in.
Sat lunch: Normally we pack our lunch. Somehow in the three hours preparing that morning we hadn't managed to do this, so I purchased a $10 floppy burger and a dry apple.
Sat afternoon: Back on the ski lift. After ten years of snowboarding, realised I couldn't make a turn anymore. Wipe out three times, scraped my knee, twisted my arm and find myself in another strange position midway on Roundhouse run. ..
Was just about to weep when my friend Sally skimmed up beside me. Within minutes I was cackling at my inglorious splatter. Do you want to go down this run or this one, Sally asked. Normally I would go down neither. You lead the way I called and we tore off, giggling and gormless like we were 13 again.
|Sally and me|