Took the munchkins for their first time downhill skiing, meeting up with some of their friends from school. Crowded, it took us an hour to get through the rental stuff line, and 15-20mins each time for the lifts. The girls did well, their xc skills helped, though they didn't believe me that this would be a little different. I wanted to put them in a lesson, but they objected, and it turns out those were full anyway. As you might expect, Eliza tended to go a bit crazy while Samantha took it more cautiously, despite overestimating her own ability ("Dad, I'm ready for the blue ones now." Heh, no). At times it was difficult to herd them together. As Samantha eventually said, "I am doing so much better now that I figured out [a bunch of things dad was saying all day long]". By evening, most people went home and the lines disappeared. I had to drag Eliza off the snow at the end. They really enjoyed it, and importantly, survived without damage.
headcam (warning: somewhat boring) from one run, and
photosAccording to old ski jacket, last time I got out was 2003. I went without poles to make the wrangling easier, and so the girls would complain less about not having their own. Had been feeling unsick for a day or two, but was back to yucky late sunday night. Bleh. Actually felt ok most of the day, but shouting to girls all day long probably didn't help scratchy throat.