Anybody can learn to ski, its just that kids can learn in a matter of hours. Having watched Lyza in a ski school this past weekend at Durango Mountain Resort, she was just like the rest of the kids - talking about "bigger, faster, and steeper" runs after about 4 hours of instruction. The adult lessons were a sharp contrast, with tentative students practicing snowplows so they wouldn't ever crash. The kids - learned the snowplow as part of the class, but experimented without it to see what would happen. Usually, it was just an out of control stop on their butts, which was worth giving up control for the thrill. Awesome. We had a great time with the Ells family of four, and by Monday morning Lyza and I were ready for the drive back to Flagstaff. Late nights watching High School Musical 3, and socializing had us whooped.
It's always hard to drop her off at her Mom's after we go on vacation. The bond is intense, and as tiring as that can be, its a feeling that doesn't come every day.
For me, I got in 1/2 day of some excellent boarding in 6 inches of fresh pow on Saturday morning while Lyza was in ski school. The second half of the day I was pretty wiped out, and I just kind of coasted back to watch the last half hour of her lesson. We'll be back next winter for sure.
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