We skiid in 9 inches of powder on Day 3. Halfway down the first run, Izzy looks at me and goes “I have to poop”. After getting down to the bottom, we pooped, and then overcame a rough start (she did not want to put her gloves back on) to make it to the top of the mountain and meet Phillip and Jack. From the top of the mountain, Izzy headed straight for the blue/black bowl, and made it down like a pro. She proceeded to cut directly into the trees, and made us chase her through them, not an easy task with how small she is, while she giggled. It was great.
After about 4 tree runs, we had another meltdown during lunch, because I wouldn’t get her a second Reese’s candy even though she gave up candy for lent. She also would not drink the hot chocolate she desperately wanted, nor would she eat the fritos on her chili. Such is life.
We then proceeded back to the top of the mountain, where Izzy disobeyed me by after run 2 bolting for the lift again for run 3, causing us to be a bit late to pick up her brother Joe from ski school. We traded Izzy for Joe, and Joe and I rode the gondola to do the blues. He also did great, though he is a bit more conservative on the turns. That said, he is a jumper, and would try to jump frequently. He also shares Izzy’s love for the trees, as evidenced by unexpectedly veering off the trail to go through them.
We made it home in one piece, and everyone had a good time. Anna might have to get a lesson next year so she can keep up, who knows…