Thanks to a rockin crowd of fellow moms who were willing to take the initiative to organize a Friday ski club, I've been sailing through the past 60 days of expected melancholy. This has been one of my easiest winters to survive and I succeeded with the recruitment of 6 fantastic friends.
Friday mornings we meet at one of the "mom" houses with ski gear and toddlers in tow. One mom stays home with the 8 miscellaneous children (ages 5,5,4,4,4,2,2,1) while the rest of us pack our ski gear into a minivan and head to our playground - Snowbasin. We jam in as many John Paul or Needle runs as we can get our freshly waxed skis down. We hunt for untracked powder or fresh groomers from 9-noon and when our legs have given way to fatigue, when our laughter has echoed through the gondolas, and when the girl talk has filled our buckets we pile back into the minivan and head back to reality. 1pm kindergarten pick up gets underway after snatching up our little ones from the designated sitter and we re-commit to next Friday. We've had 9 solid weeks of empowering ourselves, pushing our skills, and strengthening our connection as fellow mothers and women who love the outdoors. It's totally worth babysitting 8 kids for a few hours twice this season and I wouldn't have traded my last 9 Friday's for the world.
Thanks Ladies!!!
Shout out to Jan, Jami, Jessica, Natalie, Lori, and the occasional visitor Casey... may our next few weeks continue with love, laughter and good old double diamond powder runs.
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