It finally happened! For a month, we had been planning a family ski trip. But bad weather or other unforeseen events prevented us each time.
This past Saturday was the day! At 6:30am we loaded the Durango with our winter gear along with tons of food.
Our destination? Soda Springs
It was a three hour drive, but it was three hours of beauty. The hills and mountsides were green with wildflowers scattered about. We even saw Bluebonnets, which is the state flower of Texas. I had always assumed it only grew in Texas.
(Note to self: Never assume anything).We arrived in Soda Springs at 9:40. After spending ten minutes getting everyone's snow clothes on, sunscreen applied to faces, and chapstick on lips, we rented our gear and headed out.
David took Justin, James, and Steven to the bunny slopes to teach them how to snow board. By the time we met for lunch, they were all snowboarding down the hill with ease. David said that Steven caught on the quickest and easiest. Probably because James and Justin didn't stick around to hear the rest of their dad's instructions. They were impatient to hit the slopes. Because of this choice they fell a lot more than Steven.
While the boys were snowboarding, I took Kirsten snow tubing. I was fooled into thinking that Kirsten would be able to do it by herself. My plan was to watch her and take tons of picture. I was so wrong!
First of all, the inner tubes were big. With every step forward, the tube pulled Kirsten two to three steps back. So, I stepped in and helped her pull it up and onto the conveyor belt.
Once we reached the top, I had to hold the inner tube, push her off, and walk all the way down the hill to do it over again. Wew! The combination of being pregnant and not being used to the high altitude (6000 ft) made this task very difficult. Kirsten was having a blast though! The scarier and bumpier the course, the better. She especially enjoyed riding down on her stomach. I silently rejoiced when lunch time came.
After a much needed break of refueling our bodies with food and water, we went our separate ways again. By this time, it had really warmed up (58 degrees). People were stripping down to t-shirts and tank tops. The snow was becoming mushy, which resulted in slow tubing. Kirsten quickly became bored of her sled not making it down the hill, and I didn't have the energy to haul that darn thing up the hill again.
Then a miracle happened. The employees brought out saucers. This solved all our problems. I was no longer needed to help Kirsten, and she was able to go down the slushy hill faster.
By 3pm, Kirsten and I met up with the boys and we all agreed it was time to go home. Our energy was spent. We were all exhausted beyond words.
On the ride home, David and the boys and Kirsten began planning the next snow trip. I was silent. Exhaustion had left me speechless and motionless.
P.S.
When I looked through the pictures of our snow trip, I was shocked at how much Justin looks like me. I think it's the smile. What do you think?