The view from here:
Kid's ski school is not for the faint of heart. It's chaotic, with parents trying to prepare kids for a day of skiing. We had rented the boys boots and got them signed in the day before. However, we still needed helmets and goggles. Scott had parked the car and called me twice to ask where we were. I told him we were in the same place as yesterday. He walked through the mess three times before he finally found us. We were told to stand in this line, put on this sticker, make sure your child has sunscreen, go talk to this person, and then they wisk your children away to the "parent-free zone," behind a curtain. I forgot Zach's pull over so I asked if I could run back and give it to him. Denied! No parents allowed! They wrote his name on a sticker and said they would get it to him.
We couldn't have asked for better weather. It was 50 degrees in the afternoon and the boys were in just their turtlenecks and bibs when we picked them up. Scott and I got quite a few runs in, including a some of the most difficult black runs. Scott even went on an "unmarked" trail. I chose to meet him at the bottom.
We mostly skied blues and greens. We stopped by the ski school to see if we could see the boys, but it was really hard to see with all the kids in helmets. We picked them up about 3:30 p.m. and Adam wanted to do the training run with Scott. Zach said his feet hurt, but then perked up when we found out that we could ride the gondola. We ended up riding it up and back four times. Adam and Scott did two runs before we headed home.
The ski instructor said the boys were very well behaved and nobody whined. They made friends with their classmates and enjoyed the day. Adam was ready to move up to the next level because he could stop on his own. Zach can stop with help.
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