The Hazard Chronicles

Ski season is over. 49 days over 15 different resorts- and it is done. Makes me want to cry.

We all shed a little tear on the gondola ride back to the car last Sunday. It had been a perfect day of t-shirt weather and soft snow. On the way down we talked about memories. It's been a really good year. 

Though I am excited for all that warm weather has to offer, I can't help but look forward already to next winter. To long car rides and cold wind on the face. To stories on a chair lift, or the anticipation of a scary run. To fresh powder on the steeps, or to fast, icy groomers. To pizza and cosmic brownies. To being together with friends, or to being completely alone in a blissful state of flow. To hot tubs after a long day and movie nights in the hotel room.

Man, I love this sport.

Silver Mountain Pizza still holds a special place in our hearts. I think our family could single-handedly keep this place in business.

Addy and Jack lapped the park most of the day in the soft snow

They didn't always land their jumps though

The joy of skiing

Lil' pond skim

Ev made the biggest splash. Apparently it's all about getting just barely enough speed to make it across

Wet and sloppy fun

This is a picture of the best skier in the family. The person next to them doesn't want to admit it though.

Within minutes of arriving home, a group of us grabbed climbing stuff and got back in the car. The end of one season and the beginning of another. It's going to be a good year.

Look closely and you'll see Addy and Maren peering over. They walked around the back just so they could heckle Jackson as he worked his way through the crux of his lead.

Have a good week!

PS: This has been going through my head. It seems appropriate: Good ol' Ranken and Bass Christmas movies are never too far from my mind: "Too late? Why, nonsense! Oh, don't cry, Karen. Frosty's not gone for good. You see, he was made out of Christmas snow, and Christmas snow can never disappear completely. Oh, it sometimes goes away for almost a year at a time and takes the form of spring and summer rain, but you can bet your boots that when a good jolly December wind kisses it, it will turn into Christmas snow all over again!"