With turkey dinner in the rear view, I’ll admit that the SirusXM station entitled Holly has been on play lately in the Crawford family grocery-getter. I will say though that if Mariah starts to come on, it is swiftly changed – not ready for that level of yule tide yet. I’m ready for some holiday tunes more like skating myself.
One thing that will get me fully in the Christmas spirit though is the arrival of ski season. A few months ago I had given up hope for this ski season, and opted to watch whatever season might happen from the side lines. But we ended up choosing hope instead, and purchased passes at a smaller family-owned ski hill called Hoodoo, and this weekend we were rewarded with an early opening, just for pass holders.
The act of sliding down the snow, kind of like skating across ice, is a sure-fire way to get the endorphins flowing in me… but the entire process of skiing is what I think I love the most.
Like everything else this year, getting out for some turns on the ski hill is a bit more challenging. Prepping to operate fully out of the car, timing potty trips before for optimal uhhh performance, and seeking out less crowded areas. The other big change for me is just how appreciative I am of the entire experience. I definitely have realized that I approached a ski day as a routine in the past, but now I understand how each chair ride up with one of my daughters, or with the entire family, is such a gift.