Originally Posted by Lars
Ever been on the ski trip and wake up in the middle of the night, pull the blinds in your condo and see three feet of snow piling up on the car? You wake everyone up early so you can catch the first Gondola ride for first tracks. You rush through breakfast and gather all the gear together, then have to wait while your Wife has to dry her hair cause she just had to wash it THAT morning(just to put a freakin helmet over it) and then do the makeup, and as you're on the way out, she has to go to the bathroom, again.
Then you finally get to the resort and she has to go again. As you ride the Gondola to the top, you are marveling at all the powder that has already been hacked to death. Finally, you are standing at the top looking in powder up to your bootey and she says we need to take a warm up run on a groomer before she can tackle the steep and deep.
Are you sh!ttin me? Women quit skiing cause they can't recover from their husband and kids going off on them for ruining their epic powder adventure. Finally, my wife got it after a few years. She now just meets up with us at a resort lodge at a certain time after the powder has been chopped to death.
This scenario causes more women to quit skiing than any other.
In my house, it's the opposite. As Trekchick says, they only way you'd miss first tracks skiing with me is because you're skiing behind me. . . or because you wimped out on hopping the cornice that I blasted right over on the first run of the day.
We'll make a plan to ski, and it's my husband who *needs* to take a shower *to wake [himself] up.* What do I need a shower for? I just had a good one last night to wash off the exertion from the previous good day of skiing, and I'm going to get helmet head anyway. Pull the hair into a ponytail, put on some lip balm, pull on the ski pants. Done. It's someone else who is still fogging up the bathroom, and I've managed to dress myself and dress and feed a two-year-old in the interim.
It's my husband who spends $#@%&# forever messing with his snowboard boots and realizing he forgot to tighten a screw on his bindings. My stuff is dry and ready the night before, waiting for the new snow, in case it comes.
It's my husband who *needs* to make a coffee/breakfast burrito stop in the village, instead of just grabbing some toast for the car or eating *whatever, whenever* in order to grab that first chair. He needs "more calories" or "more caffeine" or just "more." Uh, OK.
It's me who's swearing like a sailor at him in the lift line because we're an hour later than we planned on being, due to his need for cleanliness and calories. (Oh, and all that gear that the gearhead neglected the night before.)
My husband may be a great snowboarder (and he is), but I'd sometimes rather be skiing with the hardcore girls, given all the effort it can take to get him out of the ski house in the mornings! The chicks I ski with are concerned with one thing on a ski day-- SNOW!