We survived, both the drive and the trip itself.
Post-road-trip/mini-vacation crash aside, today is kind of a rough day over here. So forgive the lazy mass posting of photos without much storytelling.
(NOT PICTURED: AMALAH, THE GIANT CHICKEN GIRL WHO DOES NOT ROLL WITH THIS SKIING NONSENSE.)
(That's Jason's niece on the left, also known as Ike's Favorite Person.)
(She made him a pom pom puppy, now known as Ike's Most Treasured Possession.)
What is it with vacation homes that suddenly make board games so attractive, by the way? We have a huge stack of dusty games that no one ever wants to play, that get taken out maybe once a year just long enough for an essential piece or two to go missing. But whenever we go on a trip it's like the goddamn National Chutes & Ladders Tournament and Operation Invitational. It's so old-fashionedly wholesome.
(Ike cheats at Candyland something terrible, though.)
Post-skiing entertainment at the lodge was a bit more their usual speed. Netflix cartoons, hot chocolate and chicken wings.
"I did awesome at skeeting. My favorite part was when I fell in the snow on my belly."
Ezra spent the weekend bargaining with us over what it would take to get his own set of skis instead of using rentals. Jason picked a trail and told him if he could get down it without help (along with some turning and a proper stop at the end), we'd buy him some skis for next season.
(Guess who's getting his own skis next season.)
Noah also had a amazing time. His last ski outing ended in "disaster" (his words; he fell a couple times and got super frustrated) and we weren't even sure we'd get him out there beyond a lesson or two. He really clicked with his instructor this time, though, and it made a huge difference. By our last day, he was asking to ski all the way down from Killington Peak. We decided against it since conditions were pretty icy and rough, but still! That's some mountain-high self-confidence right there, and I'll take it.
It was a great trip. Although I am damn ready for the beach.