I am currently catatonic on the couch, waiting for my husband and younger daughters to get home, at which point I’ll have to start getting things done. But for now, I vegetate. Yesterday, I took L and B skiing, and today I ran ten miles. Given my current fitness levels, ten miles is enough to completely exhaust me.
The skiing was fun, if stressful getting there. It’s nominally a 95 minute drive to the resort from our house. J stayed home with S as he was a little under the weather from his last Covid shot, and we don’t want to necessarily take S with us every time. Next time, he gets to ski and I stay home or try and teach S. We’d had snow the night before, and the roads were a little dodgy all the way. They weren’t terrible – you could see bare blacktop, but there was sometimes snow between black wheel tracks, and there was consistently snow or ice in the middle of the road and on the sides. Traffic was slower so it took nearly two hours to get there, and I was pretty frazzled by the time we arrived. I’m not used to driving in snow, and it stresses me out. When we got there, we discovered they have a new shuttle system to get from the parking lot to the resort, and it sucks. Yes, SUCKS. It took 30 minutes+ to get the shuttle, maybe 40 minutes even, and I got yelled at for cutting the line. (Obviously, I didn’t cut the line; the other person was confused and apologized, but it still didn’t feel good.) It was very stressful because the kids had a lesson and the traffic delay plus shuttle delay made them late. The front area is also under construction, and we didn’t know where to go. When we finally got to the lesson place, we discovered S’s boot was missing a buckle, which just about made my head explode.
After all that, though, there is such a feeling of peace after getting on the lift and getting on the hill. It’s just so spectacularly beautiful. My stress level went from a 10+ to about a 2 by the time I got to the top of the first lift.
This photo only begins to capture it. Truly, it was a stunning bluebird day.
The temperature was 20 degrees with occasional wind chill, but I took Becca’s advice and got a balaclava, and it made a huge difference. Long johns + insulated ski bibs + turtleneck + wool sweater + down jacket + liner loves + ski mittens + balaclava + fleece cowl + ski helmet == comfort. I actually felt great. It’s a huge pain to get to Cry.stal as compared to Snoqu.almie Pass, a closer Seattle-area resort, but once you get there, the lift lines are short, the slopes are well-groomed, and it’s just wonderful. (Come visit, and I’ll take you skiing!)
I was somewhat disheartened to realize that I’ve regressed a bit in a few short months. I didn’t make it onto any blue runs, but just got comfortable doing the hardest green run again. Next trip, I’ll ski the “easy” blue run again. Still, I begin to wonder if it’s possible for a fit but uncoordinated and unathletic 42-year-old to really make any progress in skiing skill-wise. I can never seem to get beyond easy blues.
I missed a run or two, but you get the gist.
The girls did great at their lessons, though. At least they will be able to ski competently when they’re adults. Still, even if I never do get off the greens, the beauty of Crystal would make a visit worth it anyway. It just gives me a feeling of peace and happiness to see all the mountains and snow-covered trees in every direction.