This is a bittersweet post. Before anything though, I want to revisit what I wrote last November:
"I can't explain to myself the degree of excitement that was going through me on Friday night. We had driven up to the Wallace house and had a good evening with the kids before putting them to bed and going out on a little date. Later that night, laying in bed, I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. It was ridiculous, and though I was fully aware of this fact, I couldn't help it. In a few short hours I would be in line for first chair on the first day of ski season.
The entire family was stoked to be on snow again, the sun was shining, and the atmosphere was festive. From now until sometime in the spring, we'll probably ski at least once a week. Sometimes this will mean big trips to big resorts, and others will be short half-days closer to home. We'll spend long hours in cars and hotel rooms. We'll laugh, and cry and have our individual victories. There will be some injuries, hopefully minor, and there will definitely be a lot of stories. And it all started on Saturday morning. Let the season begin!"
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"From now until sometime in spring." Well, that day finally came. And what an amazing season it has been. Going by numbers alone, our family has skied at 18 different resorts this year, with an average of 41 days per person. I personally got in 60 days, and Rachel and Addy tied at 46. We have driven close to 20 thousand miles and stayed in countless hotels. We have eaten over 600 slices of pizza. We have laughed and we have cried; we've celebrated, screamed, whooped, danced, fallen, jumped, and sang our way down literally thousands of different runs. It has seriously been a dream, and I'm pretty sure that every single person in our family shed a tear on the gondola last Sunday as it brought us down the mountain for the last time. Heck, I'm getting a little misty-eyed just writing this!
During that gondola ride we all brought up some of our favorite memories. There are too many stories to retell them all here, but it was very clear that these days will stay with us forever. Even if the details eventually fade away and the rush of cold wind on our faces seems distant, the effects of this season, both individually and as a family, will always be there.
And now it's over.
Nothing lasts forever, and I guess that's part of what makes it special.
Our skis are hung up for the last time; our boots and gloves all tucked away safely in their bags.
...Just waiting for sometime in November, when the snow falls again, and it all starts anew.
Until next season. It's been real.
The weather approached the 70s on our last day |
"No such thing as bad conditions, only bad skiers!" We say this a lot as a family. Here we are testing that theory! (Both kids are getting new skis next year, so...) |
Splashy springy fun |
Hanging out at the resort |
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Most expensive deck of cards ever? If these were each day passes, they would be worth about 35 thousand dollars. Fortunately, we have other passes that give us a pretty steep discount. |
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She drew this picture for me on my phone this week. She said it was her and me, skiing together. "But you are at the bottom waiting, like always. Just scroll down to see..." |
Jackson has been my go-to partner on my most adventurous runs. He doesn't shy away from much, and isn't turned off by a little hiking. |
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Luckily, skiing isn't the only thing we do. As I mentioned in a past post, we have been working hard on spring-time projects and other warm-weather activities. All the girl's bedrooms are being redone at home, and the Wallace house is receiving some attention in previously neglected areas. I have to say- for me, at least, doing projects at home seems like work. Doing them in Wallace though, seems entirely different. I feel like a kid again, building forts and secret hideouts, but only the adult version. It's coming along nicely.
We've also played outside a bit. The neighborhood has come alive with kids, and our house is a common hang-out spot. It is loud and busy and mostly fun, but sometimes a little overwhelming. Yesterday we had to tell Jack and his friends that they are not allowed to ride go-carts in the house. The things you never think you'll have to say as a parent. Bikes, scooters, roller-blades, and skateboards are constantly in use, and, thanks to both me and Evelyn, we have a constant soundtrack of punk, grunge, and ska music from the 90s. It really is like being a kid! (But the adult version).
Anyway, if you've made it this far in the blog, I'll reward you with more pictures from the week. I really am excited about warmer weather and the activities that allows for. We are busily planning our summer vacations and are looking forward to lots of visitors. Lots of live music. Lots of swimming and hiking and climbing. It's gonna be good.
These first few are all from a hike that just Maren, Addy, and I went on |
There is this fountain that is built out of old mining equipment and runs year-round. In the winter it makes spectacular ice sculptures! |
This is what's left of the ice formations by the fountain. Still pretty cool! |
After the hike we went and hung out in Wallace until the others came up to meet us that night |
Landed it, but missed the grab |
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