Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Big White, Canada

That's me in the blue coat getting ready for ski school.


Greg wanted to be ready to go when the rest of the family was going skiing so he left his boots on for the duration of his nap.




More Big White pictures (courtesy of Megan!!)


What a couple of cuties!I love this picture: Notice how Alex and Megan are comfortably dressed in lightweight shirts. Megan is just wearing a tee shirt. And then you have the southern California resident over there on the left-hand side wearing a long sleeve cotton shirt, a cashmere sweater, and a warm jacket. You can't see it in the picture but my hat and gloves are also close at hand. Typical.
Greg was a fabulous driver, navigating through several treacherous snowy passes and past an overturned semi-truck on the road.

We traveled up to Big White, Canada for a weekend of skiing with the family. I am a long time snow-boarder but decided to learn how to ski since I was the lone boarder of the group. Chris taught me the basics and then I took a couple of lessons. I am now a master of the bunny hill! We had a delightful time and I am a proud owner of several apple-sized bruises.

It's been almost seven months since we spent time with Bob and Cherie (at the wedding) and it was nice to finally catch up.
AH HA! And here you thought I was kidding when I said I had bruises as large as apples. Actually, in this case, it would be a bruise the size of a nectarine. I debated long and hard about whether I should post this picture; mostly because it's rather gross and disgusting looking. But my perverse sense of humor won out in the end. Maybe it's a rower thing. During crew practice we used to complain incessantly about blisters from the oar on our hands. Inevitably, another rower would join the conversation and say something to the effect of: "You think your blisters are bad, eh? Well check out these babies" and promptly display the oozing wounds adorning their own hands. I never claimed that rowers were a sane bunch of people. Who else would willingly wake up at 4:30 every morning and submit themselves to a freezing and grueling early morning torture session? Anyway, back to my delightful bruise. I'm actually extremely proud of it; it just proves that I was hard at work up there on the slopes. No gain without pain, right?! Or something along those lines...

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7:48 PM

    That's a mighty impressive bruise you've got there! The coloration is fascinating. Way to go with learning how to downhill ski! I love your commentary about blisters--it's too true! I've been picking up some nice blisters over the past couple of days, but they don't look gruesome anymore. Oh well. :)

    -Rebecca

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