For my birthday, Ian got me a ski trip to the mountains of West Virginia, complete with kid care from Gram and Gramps. We were excited, we made our plans and hotel reservations. Then we realized that it hadn't really been below freezing all winter and the conditions in West Virginia were probably pretty crummy for skiing. So, we reluctantly cancelled our reservations and decided to stay home.
We made a plan to stay at home and enjoy the extra babysitting. We planned a nice dinner out and the food tour that I wrote about earlier. Then, that Friday morning, wen I happened to glance at the weather forecast on the Today Show. Lo and behold, they were predicting snow for West Virginia. Turns out that there was a freak cold snap and snow storm predicted for that weekend. Well, Ian and I did some fast thinking and a few hours later the plans were back in place. We were headed up for a day of skiing!
Instead of leaving Friday night as we had originally planned we decided to head out for some Sunday skiing because the weather looked better. However, when we woke up Sunday morning and there was a wind chill of -1 we were wondering if we made the correct decision.
We headed out to Winterplace, our ski resort of choice and rented all of our gear. I had forgotten how truly bulky all of the ski equipment feels. When I first got all suited up I still wasn't sure that I had made the right decision. Then, we skied our first run. The snow machines were blowing because the temperatures were actually below freezing, and there were frostbite warning signs up everywhere. I was so cold when I got done with the first run I didn't know what I would do. But I went into the ski store, bought a face mask, and I was ready to go.
From there on out the day was beautiful. We skied every blue and black run that was open at Winterplace that day and had a great time on all of them. Ian is a better skier than I am, but they managed to handicap him by giving him longer and more challenging skis. So, we were about even. We skied all day long until Ian could no longer feel his fingers and I was getting a bit shaky on my legs, and we decided to call it a day.
So, we headed down the final run. It was an easy boring one to get us back to the lodge. There were beginners hobbling down the slope and falling left and right. That didn't stop me from getting just a little bit cocky. I saw a little jump at the very end and decided to try it. I ended up in what the Davises kindly call a "yard sale"-when you fall so badly that all of your equipment is scattered around you like a yard sale. Unfortunately, when I fell, my pole strap was wrapped around my thumb strangely. So, my souvenir of the trip is a lovely thumb brace for my injury. Sigh. It was still a wonderful trip though, and I was so happy to be able to have all that time to spend with Ian.
While we were there, we decided that we did miss our little rug rats at home. It was a great trip, but we were glad to get back to our little family.
(Our view from the top of the mountain-love the rainbow!)
(Evan's recreation of the ski slopes using marshmallows and pipe cleaners-a perfect representation, don't you think?)