This is our snowman. I like to call him Jack, not sure why. We made the mistake of waiting until the end of the week to make Jack and because of some beautiful weather the snow was very dry. Jack is really more like a smowmound than a snowman, but he's got a great hat.
Even though I have been skiing several times in my lifetime I am known by my husband as the worlds slowest skier. This combined with a caution that has come with motherhood and age gave me a little less confidence than I was wanting going into our recent ski geared vacation. So I was thrilled when my dad said he had set up a lesson for the 2 of us.
We took it pretty slow the first day, but by day 2 we were skiing with the group. There were 15 of us that went to Tahoe, including 3 kiddos, and the majority of us skied.
This is the amazing view as you ride down the lift. That's right, ride down! unless you want to ski the black that sits under the lift. We DON'T ski black (by we I mean my dad and I, because Pete did ski this.)