Adrienne tried her hand in earnest at skiing last weekend. After hitting the slopes and carving some sick trails, she remarked several times about how much she liked it. I am not used to this kind of emotional gushing from my wife, especially about something she has been resisting since I've known her. My attempts to get her on skis before have only been met with protests - "I have weak ankles!" and "I'm a terrible skier!" I found out that the few times she has gone involved telemark skiing (hence the 'ankles' comments) and a treacherous trip down a double black diamond where her friends told her she'd be fine.
We went up to Snoqualmie Pass, which is excellent because its only 1 hour from our house yet its deep in the mountains! AJ enrolled in a class with a bunch of 5 year olds on the bunny hill, while our friend Faith and I attacked the mountain on some wicked steep terrain (not true - just trying to look tough). Being the ever-so-capable athlete that AJ is, she OF-COURSE picked up skiing like a champ and even finished her day going all the way up the mountain to descend on a challenging blue run.
So she's hooked. And now I have a regular skiing buddy. By Colorado standards, Washington State is average for skiing. But for us relative novices, its amazing. Its also pretty incredible to go from our house on the shores of Puget Sound to the spine of the Cascades and back leisurely in one day. Very cool!
The scene at the mountain's base
Headed up...
the view across the valley...
Faith shredding trails
AJ at the precipice....
AJ and Faith...a near miss.
"I told you I could ski..."
AJ, Faith and JJ
(no, that is not a booger on my moustache...just a well-placed snowflake)
