I have a dream...that my kids will know how to ski as I did growing up. So, that we can take family trips up north over MLK weekend and President's Day weekend to ski and tube. So many ski resorts to enjoy now as an adult...Crystal Mountain, Boyne, Schuss, Shanty Creek, Treetops, The Homestead, and many more. There's such a distinct smell and feel when you arrive at a ski resort. The smell of wood burning, whether it's a bonfire or a fireplace in the lodge, the smell of cinnamon sugar donuts and hot chocolate, collecting pins or patches from each place you visit. I'm so excited to share that and introduce that to my boys.
We decided to join Scott's sister and her kids up north at his parent's lake house in Gladwin for the weekend. Unfortunately with Scott coaching Saturday mornings, it meant we had a later start to our "weekend". We left after lunch on Saturday and arrived around 4pm. Both kids snuck in a cat-nap in the car, which was great since the rest of their time up north would be full of activities.
Just as Scott's family was returning from skiing, we pulled in the driveway. The kids ran around the house and let out energy, reconnecting with their cousins while we unpacked. Twenty minutes later we were off to the lake's clubhouse to do some indoor swimming. It was a blast and the boys' swim lessons paid off to watch them swim without their puddle jumpers!
As we all started turning into prunes, we knew it was time to head back to the house for a late dinner, baths, and bedtime. Pizza and salad really hit the spot and the kids all enjoyed looking at books with flashlights in the dark on the bunk beds.
They all went to bed fairly quickly, which gave the adults time for some euchre and drinks. It ended up being an early bedtime for all of us since we had to be up and moving around 7:30 Sunday morning. The boys had private ski lessons at 10am and the ski slopes were a good 40 minutes away due to icy back roads as our route.
Everyone was so excited to go out on the "magic carpet". It was definitely chilly at about 6 degrees, but we bundled up and not a single person complained about the cold the entire morning! I seriously cannot stand how cute Evan looks in his snow gear...
Scott and I skied on the bunny hills during the boys' lessons so they would feel more comfortable. We ventured off to try the chairlift for a few runs, but were back just as they finished their last time down the hill.
Evan wanted to take a break and warm up inside with Nana, Pops, Adelaide, and some hot chocolate. I'm so proud he made it through his entire lesson! Sean was willing to stay out on the bunny hills with me and try the backpack harness. It was a pretty smooth operation...until he wanted to try going on the chairlift and down the big hill. Let's just say I'm glad ski patrol was out and about to help me guide him down the hill. The plus side of that...a free mini-lesson on how to turn to help get you down a black diamond!
See that hill to the right of Sean with a snowboarder coming down...yeah...we tried to take Sean down that. I think we'll stick to the bunny hills and blue squares for a while lol.
We all went inside for lunch and to switch back into regular snow boots for some tubing. This was something I was really excited for! Tubing was new for me...well, first time tubing in over 15 years. Man were those hills super fast! And riding up the tubing hill in a sitting position attached to a tow rope was pretty relaxing.
An hour of tubing and we were all getting pretty tired. We managed to convince a few kids to head back out on the ski hills for a few more runs. I took Evan out in the backpack harness on the bunny hill and the last run of the day he made it down the hill without falling!
With that success, we packed up and got ready to head back to the cottage. All that fresh air and exercise was sure exhausting...
And as weekends usually goes, mine came to an abrupt end. Scott's sister and I had to both work on Monday, so we drove home together leaving the kids with Scott and his parents through Monday. They went sledding on Monday morning and packed a picnic lunch for the car ride home. It was really strange...but really nice to have the house to myself Sunday night.
I was left with some sore muscles, windburned cheeks, chapped lips, but some great memories! I'm definitely glad I went up, even if it was only for what...28 hours?! Has me looking forward to President's Day weekend where we'll be back up for more swimming, skiing, tubing, and sledding!
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