Day two in Colorado was a mountain day. We got up early in the morning, ate breakfast, and then headed to the base lodge to pick up our lift tickets and drop my Princess off at ski school. I never take my goggles off on the mountain except during our lunch break because they will fog up the rest of the day so all of the pictures of me I am hidden behind them and it’s great! Sometimes I’m not even looking at the camera for the picture but you would never know it. The morning was beautiful, blue sky, sunshine, cold but no wind.
It’s been a few years since riding out West. After having two babies, I’m not as fast as I use to be (and I wasn’t that fast to start with), I don’t have the courage to ride in the trees (and I only use to ride in the trees closest to the groomed trails), and wouldn’t even consider going out on the mountain without my knee pads and wrist guards. But today I’m proud to say I did a few diamonds, wasn’t always the last one down the mountain, and followed my crazy cousin Karyn down some powdery, ungroomed terrain that I mostly regretted half way down.
By the middle of the day, it was overcast, but the mountain still looked amazing.
My crazy cousin Karyn and I in the gondola.
My Grouchy Husband and I in the gondola. Love that I’m behind my goggles in each picture. The gondola is a great time to take pictures and I can remember pictures of us before two kids, before two mortgages, before the hot dog shop, before getting married, boy does that feel like forever ago.
Right after lunch my Grouchy Husband, Karyn and I caught up with my Princess (orange jacket, off-white pants) heading to the gondola with her ski school class.
Coming off the gondola with her fellow orange vest schoolmate. We found out that everyone in her class was five and six years old. It was a great feeling to know she could ski with the older kids.
Snapping into her skis. Watching these little ones is so cute.
Taking a break to snap a picture with her Mama.
She might be a skier during the day, but at night she turns into Red Riding Hood.
A tired and soon-to-be-achey mama in the morning,