Our room overlooked my favorite ski run. (Did I just say that? I have a favorite? Well, let's just say it's the greenest of the green and therefore the least likely to end my life.) I could actually look out my window and take photos of my family as they began each day of frozen fun. It usually required me to stand by the window for what seemed like FOREVER (how long can it possibly take to ride an elevator down two floors and strap on a pair of skis?), but eventually I got a picture of their backsides as they hit the trails. More importantly, I stayed warm.
|My crew headed out for some icy fun with no old lady to slow them down.|
In the end, it actually worked out for everyone. Seems I'd been holding them back. Without me to spoil their fun, my husband and oldest granddaughter got to try a few black diamond trails. My youngest granddaughter skied down a few blue hills, quite well from what I hear. And I got to stay indoors where it was toasty warm. Yes, it was a vacation from skiing and I couldn't have been happier.