One of my media clients recently made a generous offer: to let us stay in their ski cabin for the weekend. The last time I went skiing, I was 12 years old and my step-father had taken me up the mountains. It was cold and windy, and I didn’t have the right gear. It was a miserable day.
So, whenever my daughter has asked (which she has many times): “Can you take me to the snow and teach me how to ski?” I’ve gently let her down.
Enter Thunderpants: that man loves to ski. And he has been working on me. “Let’s go to the mountains! It will be fun!” This lovely ski cabin offer seemed like a sign.
So, last weekend, after packing the car with pillows, snacks, and borrowed snow gear, we headed up to Lake Tahoe. My daughter shrieked when she saw the first patch of snow. We signed her up for lessons on the tiny bunny slope as a beginner, where I figured she would stay for the day.