With all the snow that California has gotten this year, the kids have been begging to go skiing again. Well, some of the kids. Peanut is still very anti-cold. I had hoped this would be the year that we could all go up to the snow together, but after he had a freak out a couple weeks ago on a chilly morning down here in the Bay Area, Daddy-o and I decided that it wasn't worth it to try taking him.
And that is how these three ended up getting to enjoy one of the most awesome powder days at Dodge Ridge, while I hung out at home with the little guy (and powder days are a little lost on these guys because they are still beginners--Bug came home and complained about how the deep snow was really annoying and made it hard to ski. If he only knew. . .)
From all reports, they had an amazing day. Our church had organized this trip on the kids' day off after the trimester ended, so there were a bunch of friends up there to ski with, and not a whole lot of other people. Our kids were very happy to not have any lines to wait in at the lifts.
And it sounds like everyone did well--I'm glad that our kids feel comfortable on skis now. Bean even said she thinks she's ready to try snowboarding :)
There has been SO much snow the last couple months. And it snowed the whole week before they went up. As sad as I was to miss out on the powder, I did get to be cozy and warm in our house, while I watched an online homeschool conference I'd signed up for. And Peanut got to have a 4 hour playdate with a fellow Wild Kratts lover, so we didn't have a bad day.
After the skiing, Bean caught a ride home with friends, and Daddy-o and Bug stayed in this cabin with the Scouts from church. They had decided to tack on a little overnighter, and I think they all had a good time playing in the snow, watching a movie, and just being together.
On the way home, they stopped by Columbia, the old Gold Rush town, for a little while. It's nice that Daddy-o, who misses out on so many of our field trips, was able to do this whole trip.
By Saturday afternoon, when everyone was back home, we had a bunch of tired, very sore, very happy people. (That soreness was another thing I was happy to miss out on, even if it meant I had to miss out on the happy part. Snowboarding hurts so much more these days than I remember--I'm getting old!)











