So this afternoon I got the bright idea to go cross-country skiing with the kiddos. Really it was a great idea. The weather was nice, sunny, cold and the wind was still. So we went.
When we got there Jared and I strapped on our cross country skiis (mine are 40-yearsold). We got up to the lodge and realized that Jared’s skis wouldn’t release. So the kids and I went into the lodge and were welcomed by a long line at the kids’ ski rental. Jared stood outside with Dale strapped to his front and skis straped to his feet. It took 1 hour and 20 minutes to rent 2 pair of kids’ skis. Dale was a peach the entire time. However, about 5 minutes before we finally got the skis she lost her cool. Jared started dealing with her while I took the kids on the small loop that we’d planned. 15 minutes later and 4 yards further from where we started I decided to change our course. Jared skied back to the van with Dale. The kids and I skied half way around the lodge to where the parking lot is. That took about 1/2 hour. We put the kids in the van I returned the skis and we drove home. The whole trip took just under 3 hours. In the end, Jared stood in skis for almost 2 hours and the kids and I actually skied roughly 100 yards. At one point in that 100 yards I actually just picked up Harriet and carried her about 15 feet.
The kids had a blast. Win said that skiing was the best thing that he’d done in his whole life. Harriet claimed that this was the best day ever. So it was a success. Just not as adults tend to rate success.