I now have a very real appreciation of how my mother must have felt skiing the slopes of Mt Hotham when I was young. Trying to keep eyes on two excitable and extremely fearless children is stuff grey hairs are made from. Add to that a husband hell bent to learn how to snowboard and one's in for a shit load of laughs and anxiety.
Don't you just love the look on our lodges snowman's face.... Looks like we caught him out up to no good I reckon!
Did I happen to mention how beautiful the days were? Cloud free! Sunny! 13 degrees C! Too hot for winter jackets... I had to strip off to a t shirt by lunchtime. Better still, we didn't have to worry about lines for the lifts until the weekend came. By then the beautiful days were starting to close in on the weekend day trippers. Didn't bother us when the weather turned to mush for the steady trip home off the hill, while they were left trying to get their weekends moneys worth in the hail and rain. We got the best of the last of the season. That's for sure!
It's got them all hooked and after twenty years it's nice to know skiing is just like riding a bike. Hubby is already scouting eBay for beginners boards, boots and bindings! Look out next year, we'll definitely be staying longer. Might even have a bigger car by then so I'll have room to pack a quilt or two to work on at night round the open fire. That's what dreams are made of!
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Snow! Snow! Snow! Can't even imagine it, backwards seasons and all! What a great vacay! And I love the red paint!
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