Skiing from Dawn to Dusk: A Frosty Pastime

Gravity is love and every turn a leap of faith.  ~Author Unknown

 We are deep into our winter ski and race season, rising in the pitch dark and struggling into layer after layer of poly-fabulous clothes guaranteed to keep you warm while never absorbing moisture.

Each morning the task seems near impossible and yet by the time the sun rises we are on the slopes and loving every frosty minute.  Athena, Quantum, Truth and this year even Bounce are all on the race team.  We are thus driving to new mountains, hauling equipment and stomping our ski boots as we anxiously await the Happymess Kids as they compete in Slalom, Giant Slalom and Super G races, slicing towards us in techno-colored race suits, hitting the “gates” on their way down the slopes.

It is a long cold wait at mid-mountain as a “professional” ski mom.  Hot chocolate anyone?

Our list of equipment is unending with gloves, liners, boots, goggles, helmets, etc.  Many have commented that I must be the “equipment manager.”

More accurately, as a woman I met in Turkey once stated about my family role,

“I see you are the donkey of this expedition.” 

Athena and friend after competing in downhill slalom race (Allia)

The best part is the camaraderie between the ski families.  We have made some great friends and skiing with friends is the best part of any day.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

Let Me Count the Days:  Homeschooling is skiing ice-chilled slopes by daylight and reading winter poems by firelight.


2 Responses

  1. At our small two room schoolhouse, we take the kids skiiing every season. What a wonderful activity to give the kids. Of course, we aren’t at your level… 🙂

    Great Blog. Keep up the good work!

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