They made it through Ski School. I was a little nervous dropping them off, and after I was contacted TWICE and refused to go get Gabbi (I'm not a mean, heartless wench. I just KNOW my child!), I was really, really nervous about picking them up! I thought those ski instructors would think, "What kind of mama ARE you?" But, BECAUSE I didn't go pick her up with her first attempts at pitiful, she eventually put those skis on and was skiing down the hill when we arrived.
And by "hill", I mean a barely perceivable decline. NOTHING like what was to come the next day on the mountain. We had them signed up for two days. And actually, I WISH they'd stayed for both days. I think they learn the very, very basics on day one. Like, how to slip your ski boots into your skis. And Ellie was able to tell me how to sit down and get up properly (I think Gabs missed that lesson!). She knew about how to slow herself down by forming a "pizza slice" with her skis, toes together. Gabbi missed that too.
It would've been MAJORLY helpful had they gone back and learned how to cut back and forth across the mountain to maintain a slow, safe speed. Todd eventually taught Ellie, and as you'll see in forthcoming videos, even Gabbi got the hang of it, with the help of her daddy. BUT....it was hell on his back and this was one nervous mama as she watched her six-year-old screaming down a steep hill, fearlessly.
This is the Ski School, at Beaver Run, in case anybody needs this information.
Next year, I'd really like to see the girls in small group instruction up on the mountain. I loved watching the instructors up there, with about 3-5 kids, all following behind her/him in a zigzag, safely and slowly all the way down. It was a good opportunity for them to learn the basics. I have a strong suspicion that Ellie Sue Groves is never going back to the "baby" ski school! And we gotta remember, she has a year on her baby sister in age!
So... I am proud of both of them!!
Daddy might think he has an Olympic hopeful on his hands!
And since he is so enamored with the entire Colorado lure anyway, and thinks we could live here, I guess it's a good thing he got them started early!
He even had Ellie convinced that Breckenridge is THE place to live. As for Gabbi and I, umm... well... we kinda like our roots.
There's always travel! And I, for one, intend to EXPLORE a lot this year!
Have I mentioned that our friends from West Monroe are here and have the room directly across the hall from us?! Well aside from a chance run in at a restaurant, this is the one and only time we have seen them in Breckenridge. That's fairly odd, I'd say.
This was one day after skiing, when Todd and I had a few minutes to kill since we were waiting for the girls to finish up in ski school. (more on that tomorrow).
I'm pretty sure this was at Beaver Run. But, heck... I have no idea. Todd makes his way around "Peak 8" and "Snowflake Lift" and "The Cedars" and... like he lives here. I just sort of sander along behind the group, not ever exactly sure where we are going. But, as long as it ends up with something like this, I'm good!
Bloody Marys... before lapband and chronic reflux, my favorite drink! Now, about 2-3 times a year!
So, this is inside the restaurant/ bar area. It's like what you see on the movies, i.e. Dumb and Dumber. Didn't they head inside one of these?! Or am I crazy? I think I could spend all day inside, people watching!
Skiing is very hard work. First, there is little oxygen, so your body majorly has to adjust to breathing much thinner air! I've been here a week now, and I am not adjusted! Also, your blood is thinner, so you get headaches easier. Thankfully, I haven't had that. Ellie Sue has though.
Thus my cap... "Got Oxygen?!"
We did get to make a few all adult runs, and only one day of that.
Because of course, my children didn't like ski school and were ready to go to the mountain with the adults. I'm cool with it, cause I like watching my girls. But poor, poor, poor Todd had to teach them, and his poor, poor, poor back is going to pay for it. I'm not adept enough on skis to make sure I keep two of us safe! He is!
Todd looks like the abonimibal (whatever) snowman! And Larry was approached to sell his ski suit (bought likely in the early 80s) by a girl who says these suits are "valuable" to the locals, as they have "vintage day" on the mountain and she would LOVE to buy it from him! In the meanwhile, it was always easy for us to find him!
I told Todd if we intend to do this annually (and something tells me we will), I am getting cuter ski clothes! This all black, look like you are attending a mountain funeral, get-up we were both wearing wasn't going to get it!
I tried to sport my LSU hat daily. There were a lot of Louisiana folk on the mountain!!
In fact, I got a text from an employee back home who said, "Look for my brother. He's there with his family." I was sorta like, Ummm ok. Like I will find him. A. I have no idea what he looks like. B. This is a big ol mountain!
And while we were downstairs putting on our skis, I see this guy in mardi gras beads, like me, and say, "So are you from Louisiana?" He says, "YEs. You?" I said, " Yep, where from?" He says, "West Monroe". He says, "Me too!". He says, "What's your name?" WHen I tell him, lo and behold, he is "Brenda Gayle's brother"! That's nuts!! Miss Brenda was my first employee at MMPT and has been with me for almost 20 years now. Cray cray!! Like a needle in a haystack!
Happy to have the in-laws with us. Larry is 75 and can rock out a mountain!!
and that's about it for today. We've had a blast in Breck! More on my baby girls and their skiing tomorrow!
So for some reason, occasionally my computer likes to do weird things... like load all my photos in reverse. So, hang on while I try to reverse my thinking to add the text to my story which was totally the opposite in my head when I started uploading pics.
This is downtown Breckenridge, and one of the reasons we choose Breck to go skiing. It is such a quaint little town. I told Todd I think they must make it a prerequisite that if you want to have a business here, it has to be CUTE!
And actually, this is the one and only time that Todd and I took a few minutes to drive down Main Street after we dropped the girls off at Ski School.
I, personally, was in dire need of a good cup of coffee. We dont' have a Keurig in the condo. That, to me, is like roughing it!
A local told me about this cute little coffee shop called Clint's, and they had the most unbelievable cup of salted caramel mocha that my lips have ever touched.
FYI: Uggs are NOT snow/ weather repellent. Just sayin.
Todd is so loving this snow. It is where he says he feels the most at peace. (Not me)
And on this particular day, the weather was pretty rough. At times, the snow was sideways. I pretty much had already decided, when I looked at the forecast, that ol Mel wouldn't be going out on the slopes on this day. (I was wrong! Todd the Bod is persuasive)
Any way, as bad as it was outside, we'd already signed the girls up for Snow School.
And as I fretted because I dropped my babies off in this weather, Todd never looked back!
He had some skiing to do. I think maybe he thought this would make them tough!? ha.
The girls went on in like pros. However, as the day wore on, I got a couple of calls. Gabbi Girl was NOT digging it. But they had movies and coloring and snacks, so she lived.
They'd started out all fired up. Holding helmets and goggles and catching snowflakes on their tongues.
They didn't know what they were in for really, but I am proud of my little warrior princesses for getting dressed and heading out into the unknown anyway.
Look at this weather! Gabs is almost always about 50' behind. She doesn't move too quickly. Do any of you have "that" child?! Gabs is mine. Not in a hurry for anything.
The ski instructors are definitely kid friendly. They squat down and introduce themselves as if to be on their level.
All in all, I'd say it was a semi-successful day. The crew called me twice saying Gabbi refused to ski. She was crying the first time, but I encouraged them to keep talking to her and trying. The second time they called, they just said she refused to go ski, but was in the daycare with the 3 year olds watching cartoons. I said, "Fine!". This would prove to be the ONLY time that Todd and I were able to go to town and ski a little by ourselves.
By the time we go there to pick them up, Gabbi had her skis on and was out on the bunny hill, helmet and goggles and all. I am so glad I resisted the urge to go on the first call!
And since then, BOTH girls have been up on the chair lift and skied down the mountain several times, with the help of their very generous daddy. That was NO small feat!!
This little turkey right here is now going down the mountain all by herself. She has got it going on!! She's almost too brave. Ask her, and she's ready to take on Lindsey Vonn! She even says, "Mom, I shredded that mountain!". omg
And this one LOVES to actually ski, but the hauling of the skis, walking in the ski boots to the lift, and wearing of the layers and goggles and helmets... ummm... notsomuch!
I KNOW Miss Snow Bunny is heading out today, but the verdict is still out on my baby girl. One thing is for SURE... this Louisiana crew will be celebrating downtown Breckenridge at the Mardi Gras today at 4:30! Yessirreee... let the good times roll!!
And congrats are in order for Joleen who has bingo'd. She's been contacted and has a choice of prizes. But, for fun's sake, let's keep going until blackout!! Today's number is...J-40. Good luck.
I don't think that Breckenridge is at its busiest, but nor would I exactly call it "slow". But, trying to get into restaurants is a doozie. Everything is packed. Once the slopes are closed, there is just not a whole lot to do, so the little town comes alive!
We popped in a local favorite, Eric's, and found our friends who are here from West Monroe. My friend, Tashia's, husband and son, Hunter (above in the gray) as well as her nephew Garet in orange, are all here, and staying directly across the hall from us. That, strangely, hasn't meant a whole lot, as we are all going in different directions! Tamy, Garet's mom, is also my friend,... just for the record!
Anyway, the point is, is that it was strange to run into them on this first night out in Breck.
Uncle Scott (Todd's brother) lives near Denver, so he drove up to hang out with us for a few days. The girls loved having him around. Especially in an arcade, where his quarters spent as well as their daddy's did!
There have been icicles taller than Todd. Just sayin.
And on the first day of official snowing, we were experiencing a "white out" at certain parts of the day! I didn't think there was any way in H...L that I would be going out in that. Especially when there was THIS ...
I was sitting here by the window, in front of the fire, looking out, and watching the family learn all kinds of technical stuff on their phones. Poor ol' Uncle Scott got used in more ways than one! But look out... Granddad can now Instagram!
As it turned out, I DID go out on the slopes. I hadn't been on skis in almost 6 years. I was a nervous wreck. There is nowhere to "practice" before jumping up on a lift and skiing the WHOLE way down. So, it had better just come back to you and come back fairly quickly. The good news... it DID!
Keif, from my office, sent me Bingo letters. Unfortunately, he took a photo of the board, and in the pic, there were two numbers. So one of them was pulled in the past, and one is the most recent. I think I know which is which, but not positive, so here ya go....
Mark either one of these should they be on your board!!
Y-71 and 72
Anyone Bingo yet?!