This was the day I had been looking sooooo forward to since we planned this trip to Indiana. Irregardless if we saw snow before this point – we were going to see snow on the slopes – that was for sure.
It had been 10 YEARS since Ryan and I had last skied and I’ve been desiring a day on the slopes since the day Ryan and I got home from Park City, UT in 2005.
Our day was gorgeous. The sun rose crisp and bright reflecting glorious light that made the snow look, well, gorgeous.
But oh yeah. It was also cold.
Like very, very, feels like 1°- kind of cold.
We (Ryan, myself, and my Mom) dressed everyone with the mix and matched borrowed snow gear from friends and family. Please attempt to imagine what that looked like – 7 kids hyped up and excited – all wanting to get dressed first – then complaining that they are hot because they are already dressed – half can’t find their gloves and hats from the day before – half can’t find clothes that fit them – a few complaining about not wanting to wear a hat and get their hair messed up – a few complaining because someone else got the jacket they wanted to wear – all of them LOUD.
Praise the Lord we survived and was able to get out the door before lunch time. My parents tagged along with us so we could have a successful day.
Perfect North Slopes has been tucked away in some hills no less than 10 minutes from my childhood home for all my childhood. And I never once went. I have no idea why I didn’t – I don’t think I can even recall there being an opportunity to go that I turned down….it just wasn’t what my family or friends did.
But again, if I paid for 9 tickets to Indiana in the winter – I wanted to make certain we took every winter advantage possible.
Oh my, I was so gitty! A day with my 7 kiddos on the slopes: intimidating and exhilarating at the same time!
As we waited in line to get our lift tickets, 2 precious girls (guess which?) , decided to band together and refuse to ski.
I conceded and let them stay back. I couldn’t force them out there and I wasn’t going to spend money on a ticket they wouldn’t use. Their loss.
This was fun. Trying to get all the kids into their ski boots…..
Everyone getting bundled up and ready!!
I don’t even know who is taking pictures at this point. I know it wasn’t me since I’m in the background, and Arianna is in the picture, so I guess it was my Mom.
And we’re off to ski school. Ryan, myself, X, Adam, Lance, E, and Peter.
But first we had to switch Lance’s shoes because he had them on the wrong feet.
Which would have made skiing very hard.
This right here is the best picture I have of Peter skiing.
Or maybe this one…
But at some point (maybe after this fall) – it became just TOO. STINKING. HARD. for him. He began a full meltdown that Ryan and I knew would not stop.
After a few minutes Ryan skied over to him, took off Peter’s skis, threw Peter over one shoulder and Peter’s skis over the other and skied back to the lodge. I could hear Peter’s screaming and crying fade and Ryan skied back down to the lodge.
Folks, I love my child, I do.
But that was quite possibly the funniest site I’ve ever seen.
I only wish I had it on video….nonethless, the image is burned in my mind and will forever make me smile.
Back at the lodge…..
And now Peter is with them, after recovering from his meltdown.
And now X is back after ski school was “so hard” that she needed a break.
So Ryan and I were down to 3 kids: Adam, Lance, and E…..the BRAVE THREE!
We pretty much mastered all of the green circle slopes after a few hours.
Here’s a glimpse of how their skiing went: (never mind the snowboarder who kept falling in my frame)
After that video was taken, Lance gave up. Not because he wasn’t good or it was too hard- he was just too cold.
That left us with just Adam and E. So we decided it was time to step it up a notch and try a blue square slope.
The snow was really, really blowing up on the top of this hill. I had my concerns (for the kids – not necessarily for myself) but I figured, let’s all be brave!
As I started by decline, comfortable in a snow plow formation, I saw E whiz by me going at least double my speed.
“Wow, he’s brave than I!” are the words I audibly spoke as I watched him and prayed for no broken bones.
Once he was out of my sight of vision he promptly lost control and crashed. By the time I got there Ryan was already there helping him get his skis back on.
The wind was fierce down this hill. No joke.
When we reached the bottom, E was in tears. My initial thought was, “Oh no, he didn’t have fun!” But he loved every second of it. He was crying because his exposed face was so chapped and burning from the wind and snow (and his speed).
Adam. Well, he was like a rock star. Watch this:
If you didn’t understand a word he said you are in good company.
I think he’s telling me he skied on his back part of the way but I’m still not real sure. I just love the joy that is radiating off him as he speaks.
He had the time of his life. He asked over and over – while we were still skiing – when the next time he’d be able to go skiing would be.
After a short break for E and Adam to get some (late) lunch we headed back out for one last set of runs.
By this time, my Mom had already taken Arianna, Lance, Lily, and Peter home because they were getting restless at the lodge. My dad and X were just left hanging out so we made X get back out there and try to ski. And she did good. I’m glad she was brave enough to try. How lame to have the opportunity to ski (paid for) and quit after ski school….I wasn’t going to let her experience skiing go down like that.
My Mom and Dad were the heroes of the day. We absolutely could not have attempted this without reinforcements. And for my Dad – taking off work to sit in a ski lodge tending to my children – I know was not his idea of fun. But, oh did it bless me so.
Thanks Mom & Dad.
*And now, this concludes our Indiana vacation pictures*