Christmas 2008 was spent at a little ski resort in Northern Minnesota, Lutsen. Two years ago we were there, Pants took some lessons and a good time was had by all. This year was much the same. She, amazingly, picked up right where she left off in the skiing department and by the end of the week was tearing it up off the Gondola runs. It's just a blast!
Most of the day she would follow me down the hill and I could hear her sing the entire time. I knew she had fallen when I couldn't hear her singing anymore.
I have to say it was a good ski trip for Pants, but me? Meh, Lutsen has nothing for me, really. The lifts are long and you freeze your ass of getting to the top, then the runs are too short to actually warm up. So for me it was ski three runs, and head to the chalet for some of mommy's "special" hot chocolate... you know what I'm talking about.
And for my afternoon enjoyment there is a bar/restaurant called Papa Charlie's at the bottom of the hill with a fabulous bartender and Warren Miller ski movies playing on the big screen. If I couldn't shred on this mountain I got to at least live vicariously through the television. I had to laugh so hard at some of the ski clothes. Then stopped laughing as I remembered the various hot pink, hot lime, purple, etc. ski gear that we wore. Proudly I might add.
