We flew out to CO to attempt our first foray into skiing a bigger hill than the two-bit one five minutes from our home. We joined up with another family from our own city. And also joined up with some other families while we were there. But backing up.
A shout-out to Southwest Airlines. Not only would they ship out our ski gear for free, they were friendly, helpful, and timely. The peanut pack could just be a teensy-weensy bit bigger if I had a beef.
We sat in different rows since the Chairman and Co. includes five people. The Chairman and son #1 were in front of me and the girls. As we were waiting to take off I heard the Chairman say to son #1, 'something stinks! Do you think one of them did something?' (implying that maybe someone in our row had broken wind if you know what I mean) The lady sitting with them on the aisle spoke up and said, 'I'm so very sorry. I'm eating jerky and I didn't realize it smelled so much.' The Chairman got very apologetic and said, 'well sometimes my family can do something smelly and I thought they just did something.' So then the lady snickered and I sat horrified one row behind worried that the lady in front of me would think of me as just a big stink-bomb of a mother. Or one of our sweet daughters. It was super-funny in a very awful sort of way.
So we landed in Denver and headed out to the mountains under the glow of moonlight. It was kind of surreal as it was so beautiful and hardly a car on the road as we wound around turns to get to the condo that was rented. It was three stories. It was lovely. And I wish I had that super-fancy stove/oven in our own home.
The skiing was nice. I'm only a two-year old skier and ski about as good as a two-year old. Well maybe a touch better. But I stayed on blues and was cautious and came home with all my body parts and no torn rotator cuffs. That's worth something, right? Two of our MYP are crazy-skiers and snowboarders. We would just meet up once in awhile to make sure all their body parts were still on their bodies. They were with their friends that rode the hills at the same level. It was just crazy-fun for them.
I loved our times together in the condo. We had delicious food. Times to sing together. Visits that lasted late in the evening. All of those MYP together were a sight to behold. So were their messy rooms. Heh. So was the Axe spray. Cough.
I'll bomb you with some photos:
|our pad in CO|
|B&A - CO residents with roots in Dairyland|
|after dinner music|
|another group shot|
|MYP and the Chairman|
|The Chairman and I|
|our "friend" thought it wise to take our daughter down a double-black|
|games with friends|
|old friends and new...|
|lots of MYP|
|reverse raccoon mask|
|all good things must come to an end|