So I woke up that morning to find Jack bundled up and ready to go. The equipment rental store wasn't open for another two hours, and every five minutes Jack asked, "Are you ready to go skiing yet Daddy?" We were mildly annoyed that the only kids' skis they had were pink skis. But finally we went, and here's a representative video of how Jack liked it.
It took us about two hours to make it all the way down. And the last half of that was Jack crying. But, in fairness to Jack, it wasn't all bad. He got hot chocolate at the lodge.
But we had an all day pass, and Jack was done before noon, so we drove home, picked up the rest of the family, and headed back up. Owen decided he wanted a turn, while Kara, Jack, and Leyla hung out in the lodge. Owen's experience was a little bit different.
Neither of the boys would use the snowplow/pizza technique. They both just figured the easiest way to slow down was to fall over.
