We loaded up this morning for our first "real" ski day of the season. We went last weekend and had major mishap. Forgotten boots. Socks. Gloves. Ah. Today was nothing of the sort. In fact, it was full of fortune. Mason finally tested out and was successful on the ski's he was given for his birthday! Throw in MaKenna sharing her pink ski's, yes that is fortunate. The big red's are still a little long for Morgann, but they work when selfishness sets in.
I felt fortunate to be up there with awesome friends. But more so, that we were given rides on the cat. To get up the rope tow hill, that is. That really helped ease the thighs back into it!
He did more than hang out. Got some runs. Some air. Some pointers on teaching small children how to ski.
Wait. Who is driving that Cat?
Ok, maybe not driving. But riding shot gun! E and Morgann. Morgann liked riding in the front of the cat better than the back and she certainly was enjoying the trip back down!
