It snowed all night and this morning we had a beautiful cover of white fluffy snow.
All the boys wanted to do was have a snow fight and make a snow angel but unfortunately for them, their not so fun parents had enrolled them back into ski school. Wes was a bit hesitant to go but once they arrived they were both fine.
The weather today is a lot cooler and snowing, visibility is not going to be great on the mountain.
I could have stayed in bed also but Pete told me to suck it up and hit the mountain.
I honestly had not gone more than one metre from the chairlift when I fell off the path and knee-deep into the snow. Couldn’t get my skis around the right way, spat it, took them off and then walked back up to the path. By this time Pete was heading down the slopes.
Do you think I could get my skis back on, even on the path? Let’s just say that swear words were used loudly and not the nice ones, skis were kicked hard in frustration.
Eventually, I got them on but I had no idea where Pete was. Made my way down to a green run, started crying, waited to see if Pete came up the ski lift and then decided the only way I was going to find him was to start going down. Saw somebody start to pizza down the slope and thought, well if they are doing that then surely I can get down.
Lots of fluffy powder snow but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Found Pete at the bottom and by the time I got to him my thoughts had changed from, ‘that’s it, I’m going home’ to ‘that wasn’t too bad, let’s go again’.
Had lots more runs down, saw the kids and then had something warm to eat. It was getting very cold out, poor little Noah’s hands were feeling it.
The snowstorm had settled in so while we made the boys stay at the ski school we took the gondola back down to our warm apartment.
Catch up on emails and rest for us in the apartment.
Dinner at the Japanese again, delicious.
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