Yesterday the girls and I headed up to Stevens Pass for some early season skiing. They had opened on Thursday and the reports were that the snow was good (they had received 24 inches in 24 hours) and the weather was clear and cold.
The first trip down the mountain Kati had a pretty tough time. She was having trouble remembering all the techniques and she was out of control, stopped, or crashing most of the way down. There were lots of tears, and a good bit of angry stomping. If you had been behind me on that first trip down, and saw me headed to back up the lift - you would have either reported me to CPS or thought me a madman. I'd love to say that I knew what was going to happen next, but in truth, my ability to coach my youngest daughter is mirrored by my ability to coach my wife. This time I happened to give Kati one tip - to put her hands on her knees - that she somehow followed and all the muscle memories kicked it. The second trip, and all subsequent trips, were fun and flawless (mostly because I kept my mouth shut and let the girls ski)
Olivia had no problems. She had been up the night before, worried that she wouldn't remember, but her first trip down was memorable only in that she spent an awful lot of time waiting for Kati and I to catch up! She was wedge turning like a pro and flying down the hill whenever she wanted. The girls even found a little trail with a jump that had been cut into the side of one of the runs. Both were catching air (at least that's how they saw it) by the end of the day.
We had a great first day. The girls had a blast, and I did too. I love skiing with my girls as much today as I did last year - and I imagine it will always be that way.
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