Category Archives: Skiing

>Staycation Photo Essay

>Phew – what started as a few hours off here and there turned into 3 days of skiing and snowboarding and two days of sledding and snowman building. And there was some laying around, too. But not a lot of working or computer time. Yea! We all really needed a break, and mother nature was happy to oblige with 16.8 inches of snow for a snow day on Thursday. We had already played hooky on Wednesday for a ski day at Copper, so when the daycare just didn’t open, and then Luke’s camp started sending kids home after an hour, and then my work closed due to the blizzard, we did what we do best: Packed up the car and headed to the slopes. (This is where I would link to “state of emergency 1994” when we hit the closed roads and made our way to Seven Springs in Pennsylvania after classes were canceled for the rest of the week. But that was a long time ago and I did not have a blog.)

Start of the storm:

From March

When our friends called to say they were headed to Eldora for the day, and planning to spend the night in a hotel in Nederland, I secretly thought they were crazy. But when my work closed for the day, I started packing. Dave put the chains on the van and we got ready to caravan up there, Eurosled style. It was mildly harrowing.

** Here is where I need the picture that Andrea took of the Fire Department telling us we needed to turn around because a bus was sideways across the canyon and an SUV was in the creek and the road was closed. We were probably 45 minutes into a 45 minute drive, and we were about halfway there. Fast forward another hour or so, and we made it there via an alternate route. ***

The snow was amazing. Wow, we had a great day! Jack’s first Powder Day!

From March

The best part was that the kids didn’t really want to ski, so the adults got to take a bunch of turns without them. (Shh, don’t tell them that.)

From March

Then we went out to dinner, hit the hot tub, and went to Eldora again the next day.

From March
From March

Did I mention that in our haste, we left without Luke’s ski jacket, ski pants, and gloves? Fortunately he had his playground jacket on when we left, and I was able to borrow some tourquise and yellow snowpants from the lost and found. We bought gloves.

From March

We tried to make it home after 3 days of skiing and snowboarding in time for a nap, but time sort of slips away sometimes when it’s been snowing and then the sun comes out. But we made it home eventually. While Jack and Dave finally got their naps in, Luke was busy helping to build an igloo.

From March

The deer were hanging out too:

From March

To be continued…

Next up: Adventures in Sledding


>Do Chipmunks Go To Heaven?

>There was an incident today. I blame Tami.

Tami and I went to Eldora today. On the first lift ride she told me this crazy story about seeing a squirrel in the middle of a run somewhere. Winter Park? It went something like this:

Tami: It was crazy. I saw a squirrel in the middle of a run at Winter Park.
MetaMegan: That is crazy.
Tami: Yeah, I think it’s the only time I have ever seen wildlife when I was skiing. And it was just a squirrel.
MetaMegan: Once I saw a porcupine at Vail.
Tami: Really? That’s crazy.
MetaMegan: Yeah, I think that is the only wildlife I have seen,
Tami: I know, you see tracks all the time, but never the animals. I would like to see more animals.

Fast forward a few runs and we were headed to the Corona lift along a terrible, icy, hard packed cat walk. I felt a twinge of guilt that I forgot to tell Tami that you have to go 1000 mph at the start or else run out of steam and fall, and have to take your snowboard partway off and hike to the top of the next hill before you get going for a little bit, but then you aren’t going fast enough and it happens again. It’s sort of rough. Also, it was 4 degrees. So if you were going fast enough, then any exposed skin started to freeze.

So, I was flying, when out of the woods came a chipmunk. Right at me. There was nothing I could do. So I screamed. And then when I both heard and felt a thud underneath my snowboard I screamed again. And then I turned and looked over my shoulder and I thought I saw a chipmunk hobbling off into the forest. There were two witnesses:

Witness1: I’ve never seen anything like that.
MetaMegan: Me neither
Wintess1: That was so crazy.
Metamegan: I know.
Witness2: He’s going to die, you know.
MetaMegan: It was an accident! There was no way I could have avoided him!
Witness1: You don’t even want to know what happened.
MetaMegan: I think someone just told me.
Witness1: Well, I think it was quick at least.

Witness1 (from a distance): OMG – See that girl over there, you are never going to believe this…

Meanwhile I was waiting and waiting for Tami. She finally arrived:

MetaMegan: Whatever happened to you can’t be worse that what happened to me.
Tami: I had to take my goggles off because they got steamed up from the tears I was crying.
MetaMegan: You win, what happened?
Tami: I think I broke my tailbone.
MetaMegan: I ran over a chipmunk with my snowboard and killed it.
Tami: Oh my God. Is there blood on your snowboard?

So then Tami and I were on the lift sharing stories of people falling off ski lifts and we realized, if our earlier discussion about wanting to see wildlife conjured a chipmunk out of nowhere, we should choose our subject matter wisely. In fact, we should just leave and nurse our physical and spiritual wounds over a beer in the comfort of my living room. So that is what we did, being careful what we said or thought the whole way home.

In retrospect, it turns out we were pretty lucky that we didn’t conjure up any bad ski lift karma.