January roared in as we left town for our first family Ski Trip to Sugar Mountain, NC. We wound our way through the Blue Ridge Mountains in sixty degree weather, wondering where the snow was. Once there, we quickly celebrated John Wyatt’s birthday so he could go to ski school. Though the temperature dropped a little overnight, we skiied on artificial snow while the children learned the basics. That day was a delight, as we spent time together and with The Clay’s. The old knees held up and “it was just like riding a bike”.
We reminiced throughout the day about our honeymoon days on the slopes of Heavenly, long before kids were in our sphere. A refreshing day. Day two found that a cold Northern front had dropped into North Carolina, plunging temperatures to the singles. The entire morning was spent getting up the gear and nerve to play in the bone-chilling cold. By noon, we had decided to forgo the tubing lanes and head straight to the slopes. We were rewarded -well, thanks to the $100 in balaklavas and goggles.
After some trial and error, we managed to ski down our first green slope as a family. I’m pretty sure the angels were singing.