It's Not Hitting the Slopes I Fear... It's That They Might Hit Back

Skiing is one of those hobbies that my wife and I always intend to embrace wholeheartedly, but that life has always had a way of intervening to prevent us. Mostly, it's been a matter of our budget not feeling comfortable supporting that particular extracurricular activity, but I guess we have to take the blame for a noted lack of motivation as well. If we really wanted to go on a regular basis, we'd probably find a way to make it happen. Well it turns out that this year, to paraphrase Dr. Ian Malcolm, life, uh, found a way.

Some friends of ours who have taken up skiing/snowboarding as a hobby invited us over for a ski trip weekend this past February. It was exactly the kind of swift kick in the posterior we needed to get us back out on the slopes. It was long overdue for an activity that both my wife and I seemed to enjoy; for me, it had been about a decade since I'd been out on a hill, and for my wife double that. My daughter had been part of ski club at school the winter previous. It was only my son who had yet to be initiated, and this was the perfect opportunity.