This is my 50th season of skiing, and today, which may be the same date (or at least it's really, really close) that I began skiing in 1963, I took my 5 year old grandson skiing for his first time at Mt. Baker. We just messed around a little, got him used to the feel of the skis and ran up the handle tow a few times to experience that. Later we did some sledding. But here it is, 50 years later and I'm doing it all over again. What a kick!
Here we are: