When we arrived at the ski resort, it was a whopping 24 degrees. Brrrr! It wasn't crowded at all and we were able to get a parking spot right across from the lodge, which was wonderful, because on busy days, people must park very. far. away. Things seemed to be going smoothly again, and we were able to get our boot and helmet rentals (for the boys) quickly and easily. The boys got their boots and complained of only minimal discomfort, and we went to the next station for equipment rentals. The gentleman helping us informed us that if the boys were indeed going to be snowboarding, they would need to get on different boots, because they were wearing ski boots. Our rental agreements specifically stated SNOWBOARD, and of course I don't know the difference, so back we go to station #1. It took forever. The boys were starting to get antsy, and simply put, they were ready to hit the slopes. We finally got them the right boots, which they proclaimed were muuuch more comfortable. I was jealous. I wanted comfortable boots too. I felt like a walking zombie. Clomp. Clomp. Back to station #2. The kind gentleman took his time putting bindings on Cameron's board, and just as he finished a helpful gentleman walked over and told him that those were adult bindings, not kids, and he would need to change them out. So he did. And then, he made the same exact mistake with Logan's board. So we waited while he changed those ones also.
By this point Cameron has already asked at least a dozen times if we are ready yet. Finally we are. Or so we think ;) We head down the stairs and trek across the snow to test out the rope tow that the boys have had their eye on. But, halfway there Logan is complaining that his board is too heavy. He can't carry it. It's too big. Cameron is hot from the effort he has exerted thus far and unable to take one more step, begins to strip off gloves, scarf, etc. Logan can't go any further. He has to much stuff to carry, and now he is hot as well. We finally approach the rope tow, and I place my ski gear in a safe spot, thinking I will quickly return to it, and we will be able to traverse down the bunny hill together. wrong. I have no clue how the boys are supposed to maneuver with their snowboards on, and there is no one around to learn from, so with both of their feet firmly strapped, I carry each boy over to the rope tow. Here we go! I can't wait for them to get up the hill and enjoy the thrill of riding down it. What was I thinking?! I set Cameron up first, get him situated with his feet pointing straight ahead, he grabs the rope, and is jerked forward and dragged several feet. As I shout for him to let go of the rope, I realize he is laying in the path of those who can successfully make it up the hill on the rope tow, so I rush ahead and pull him out of harms way. Logan's turn. Same thing. We literally covered 5 feet in 20 attempts. By Cameron's 3rd attempt, he said he was done with snowboarding and wanted to ski instead.
Cameron is a very fast learner, and generally has immediate success with whatever he does. My husband and I prepped him several times, stating that this would not be easy, and he probably wouldn't get the hang of it the first, second, third, or even 10th time. It would take a lot of practice. But here he was, ripping off his helmet, unstrapping his boots, fervent in his plea to return to the equipment room and exchange his gear for a new sport. I explained that we were unable to do that, and were going to continue trying, and he would probably have much more success after his lesson.
By this time I had lifted, drug, pulled, and carried each boy numerous times. I could not wait for their lesson to start. They were both very frustrated.
Summary of our first hour:
Wrong boots for both boys. Wrong bindings for both boys. Logan's board is too heavy. Cam is hot. Cam hates snowboarding. Cam wants to ski. Cam is never snowboarding again. Cam wants to switch to skiing. Logan doesn't understand why he must carry his board. Logan can't remember how to strap his boots. Ever. Mom has strapped boots 30 times. Mom has carried both boys uphill 2 times. 20 tries on the rope tow = a gain of 5 yards.
Thankfully it is time for the lesson, and not a second too soon! Mom is a sweaty mess, and both boys are frustrated beyond belief. I am regretting our decision to come, and regretting the fact that I thought I could do this on my own. I didn't sign up for the manual labor that has been required of me in the past hour. I thought it would be a good time for me to ski a few hills while the boys were in their lesson, so off I go! As I am going higher and further away from safety in the chair lift, I remember that I have only skied 3 times before, and the last time was 5 years ago. And, if that's not enough for one to take precautionary measure, I also neglected the fact that I had not done any type of refresher for myself at all since arriving that morning.
As I approached the 'drop off' I began to get nervous, and to make matters worse, the little boy on the chair in front of me fell in the middle of the hill at 'dismount' and simply laid there. Concentrating hard, I remember to point my skis up, ready my poles, and off I go, quickly realizing that because of the narrow dismount area, and more likely because my skills had not been recently practiced, there is absolutely no way I will be able to gracefully ski around this boy. I can't even ungracefully ski around him. I basically hit the ground, wobbled, and slid. Wow. What did I get myself into? This lovely little dismount area is much steeper than the hill I am attempting to ski. I awkwardly made it to bottom of this little area and off I go. It is at this moment that I realize skiing is not like riding a bike, it is not something that after doing a mere three times, comes quickly to memory. It is not something my body remembers. I do not quickly sharpen my skills and gracefully ski down the mountain. Nope. That is not me, and that is not my moment. I flailed and fell. After many attempts at standing, I was finally successful, but trust me, successful is the last thing I felt. I took it slow after that, and spent the first half of my descent rocking the 'pizza' stance until I finally felt more comfortable with slow, sweeping turns. First and last trip up the hill for me that day.
Thankfully it was much more fun for me to hang out with the boys for the rest of the day, plus I felt really guilty being away from them in the event of an emergency, even if they were in a class. Once they finished their lesson they were ready to take on the world, so we walked over the the bunny hill again, and made several more unsuccessful attempts on the rope tow. Finally they started walking up the hill and very successfully boarded down it. I was so proud of them! They were doing great! After lunch, they felt ready to conquer the rope tow once more, and were finally able to get the hang of it. I felt that this was a crowning moment in their day. Something they had not only looked forward to and were excited about, but something they had worked so very hard to accomplish. By the end of the day they had an absolute blast and asked to come back the next day. I told them their dad would take them ;)
They hugged me and thanked me a zillion times, and told me how special their day was. They thanked me for the quality time they received and for all of the yummy treats I brought. They are truly wonderful boys, and I absolutely love spending my days with them.
