Boarding

There was a PD day for the school yesterday, so I took the afternoon off and we went skiing/boarding. It's the first time the kids have gone with us and without an instructor, so I wasn't sure what to expect. I figured an hour would be good, and if we got two hours we'd be doing really well.

Four hours later, on our last run down the hill under the night lights, we called it a day. Grace - the youngest boarder on the mountain by a fair margin - had been jelly-legged for an hour; Erik had just done a spectacular face plant; Anna was still raring to go with the persistence only she can muster; Andrew is very competant on the slopes and I expect his biggest problem was slowing down enough to ski with us; and I had done so well until a moment of hubris on our last ride up when I mentioned out loud to Erik how impressed I was that I had managed to avoid falling once, and immediately afterwards fell getting off the ski lift. Guess I was getting jelly-legged too.