Hello all -
Hopefully we'll have a snowy winter in the Mid-Atlantic this coming season (we're due!).
The end of last season took a dark turn for me. In early March, my 16 year old beat me down to the bottom. Consistently. And on a snowboard. It might just be the final straw that pushes me into a gym. Punk.
A funny side note regarding said punk (who knows everything and what he doesn't know, he doesn't need to know...). Two other dads and I took our boys to Summit County in March. The teens, off on their own and feeling their backcountry oats, kept skiing and boarding out-of-bounds, skier's right, at Copper Mountain. They'd get to the bottom through the woods and hoof it a minute or two up the road back to the lifts. Cut to mid-afternoon. Ringgg. Ringgg. Ringgg. "Dad, you have to fire up the Jeep. We went way too far and we're way up the road." Meanwhile, it's a nice bluebird day up on the mountain. "You're the ones who decided to go under the rope. Own it. Have a nice walk." After an hour's walk up the road in snowboard and ski boots, they got religion.
All that said, I feel a father's pride seeing him board so well. I very much remember skiing down a blue run at Camelback with my then-5 yo between my legs, holding him by his elbows so that his little skis barely touched the snow, giving him a little taste of mild downhill speed. Now I know he'll have this bug for a lifetime.
Anyway and anywho, looking forward to pulling down the Yakima cargo box full of our all skiing treasures.