Loveland

We rented skiis for the season in November. The kids had 3 or 4 lessons at the end of last season when we first moved here, and we figured with a few more lessons we’d all be on the slopes together.

The week of Christmas we took off for Loveland Ski Area on the recommendation of friends. This is a place the locals hang out; the lift lines aren’t too long, and there are plenty of green runs.


On the drive up traffic periodically slows whenever two cars have decide to temporarily become one. At one extra-large, slow section we joined everyone on our side of the highway looking at the other side of the road to see what had happened. Tad pointed out two long horn sheep standing off the right-hand shoulder of the road watching the traffic activity. For now it is still unique to see wildlife so close.

This slow down gave me enough time to remember I hadn’t been skiing in over 20 years. Suddenly the idea of lessons reminding me how to ski seemed a little optimistic. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to balance well enough to even get to the lesson site. Maybe I’d fall down and get hurt? Eek, my two sons will be watching me!

Two hours later-- hurray, I can ski! Because of the traffic jam my group lesson turned into a private lesson. Repeatedly I went down a green hill; not the prettiest sight, but upright never the less. My legs were tired, my nose had run non-stop; I was proud and hungry. Tad came back from the harder slopes and met me for lunch. After a couple of hours skiing a huge hamburger and a lump of fries was heaven.

At 3:30 the boys’ lessons were over and we all met to fill each other in on the day’s events. Justin likes his new snowboard and is ready to go down the bigger runs. Really he was ready to go down bigger runs today, but the rest of his class wasn’t ready. Grant’s teacher unintentionally took his group down a blue, and they all made it. Now both boys have one step left to be level 4s. With another lesson we can go on the greens together and get our muscles use to this new sport.