But I am telling you right now, it was worth every penny. Our condo/hotel was one of the, um, less fancy ones. But the view was amazing. This was the view when we arrived.
This was sunset.
And this was sunsrise.
These are the kids enjoying the pool size hot tub (WHOOOAAO!) in the bathroom.
But what about the skiing? Wasn't that the point? Yes. Yes, it was. So, let's talk about me for a minute here. When I rollerblade, I prefer flat spaces and going UP hills. I hate, hate, hate going down hills at any rate of speed. So when my ski instructor took me down the bunny slope at breakneck speed (not really, but it felt that way), I actually had to stop him and tell him that I didn't think that skiing was going to work out for me. Yeah. That is exactly how lame I am. The bunny slope scared the bejeesus out of me.
So, I took many, many deep breaths and we did it again. Much slower with with me pizza wedging from side to side all the way down. And I did that again and again and again and again. On the freaking bunny slope. They stopped actually checking my tag on the way up the "Magic Carpet" moving sidewalk because I did it so many times. Apparently, an old woman with a bright pink ski jacket stands out on the bunny slopes.
Oh, yes. For those of you not on Facebook, I fired Dave as my teacher when the first thing he did was take me to the top and show me how to do a "Hockey stop." I don't know much, but at that point I knew I needed to learn Pizza and French Fry.
So on Day 1, I foolishly thought I could take a Green Run. I probably could have done it with someone who wasn't as advanced as Dave. But Dave is a naturally very, VERY good skier. And when I wiped out just getting off the chair lift, he froze like a deer in headlights at the Mac Truck in a pink ski jacket coming down after him.
Day 2 was A LOT better. It was a lot warmer so the snow was very slushy, which real skiers don't like but Bunny Slope experts who hate speed LOVE! I learned to turn and traverse the slope. I did parts of a green run that did not require a chair lift. I made many people's day when I wiped out several times just standing there on my skis. The best was when I put on my skis and promptly fell on my arse right in front of the family deck. I turned around to see who was watching me and 4 people immediately began to look for birds in the sky. I'm a professor. I can tell when the audience doesn't want to be called upon.
I'm really looking forward to going again. But my goal, at this point, is to become a master of the green slopes. I am not, at this point, aiming for anything higher than that.
But what about the kids? Well, the kids had a great time. Here they are getting fitted for the Sugar Bear School.
They all passed Level 1, beginner on the first day. However, the twins were red-shirted part way through Day 2. Christopher had the skills but not the confidence. Bridget had the confidence but not the skills. The instructor said all we need to do is keep them out on the slopes at this age, and they'll be fine skiers eventually.
Conor, on the other hand, is a natural just like his dad. He passed Level I on day one and Level II on day two. The instructor said he was very good and with a bit more practice would be ready for the BLUE runs. That's intermediate, folks. Conor can pizza and hockey stop and generally be a very good skier. He, too, wiped out on his first chair lift (and Dave did, too, a zillion years ago) so maybe that's common. But Conor had a blast and I think, this may be one of the sports he's really good at.
I have to be honest, and Conor agreed, dance class, where they tell you to focus on this body part and have it do that sort of thing is exactly the sort of skill that help when you're learning any new sport. I am so proud of him, I can't stand it. Really. He is amazing.
And finally. Feet. Imagine a duck's foot and you will have a good idea what my feet look like. I was very concerned that I would not be able to fit into any ski boots. Apparently, though, I am not the only duck who likes to ski. I will be honest with you: my feet are rarely happy. But when I took off my ski boots and put on my F'uggs (Fake Uggs), my feet have never, ever been happier. Good to know that I can wear ski boots and my feet can actually be happy, too.
We're already planning our next ski trip.