It was warm n fostered bonding.
It was freezing and fostered drinking.
My super lovely and generous mother treated us to a quick family ski trip at Wisp.
We all loved it and wished for more time together.
And more sunshine on the slopes.
Here we are trying to smile.
Kinda hard when our faces don't work.
It really felt like a Saturday Night Live or Monty Python skit.
After becoming frozen to the ski lift seats on the ride up (somewhat sheltered by the tall trees), you'd get off and feel like someone just threw a whole box of snow in your face
and turned on the wind machines. Truly, it sucked my breath right outta me several times.
But we were always smiling by the bottom of the runs!
Even the steeper blue slope where dear Uncle Ben had to ski Sarah down between his legs!
The poor Farmer had elected not to ski while recovering from a shoulder rotator cuff injury earlier in the season when he slipped on the horse trailer ramp.
(We've taken to calling him Bob Dole with his arm crossed over his chest!)
Instead of skiing he schlepped us and all our gear back in forth from slopes to cabin.
He even bought some great tire chains to aid our pathetic VW in the snow.
Farfegnugen my hat! That car is awful in snow!
But inside the cute cabin was very warm n snuggly!
And on our last day the sun decided to appear.
Probably inspired by this twinkly lady!
My Grandma Cherie who we met for lunch on the way home!
She's nearly 95 and so bright and loving.
The perfect ending to our family trip.
Our running joke at the top of the slopes had been;
"we're too old to need more character building so this must be fun. Right?!?"