Well hello, all! Remember back in May 2021 when my goal was to write a post a month? Here we are, 11 posts behind. BUT I think I've actually gotten the motivation now, folks. I've got a slew (?) of posts written and saved in drafts to grace your eyes in no time. You just wait. You can read all about our Washington birthdays, our Fairytale Forests, visitors' escapades, the peculiar story of Bayocean, Portland times... it's coming.
So thanks to friends, Kaila and Chad, we made it on a skiing trip in January 2022. We were all booked for a lovely stay in Leavenworth, lift tickets purchased, dogs booked for their stay to just drop off for the weekend. It was just all so convenient! We were set!
Then the snow just kept on falling til the roads were closed to the mountain and resort, foiling our whole plan! We had a late, complicated night of 6 people trying to coordinate a new last minute plan. The crew came up with and followed through with a trip to Crystal Mountain the next morning. The Ross-Kennedy clan? We just couldn't quite muster up the energy. Was it 3am we were supposed to wake up? After staying up til 12am? And leaving the dogs for 12 hours with no good walks? We just couldn't do it. So we stayed back and wandered Seattle for the day with a fancy breakfast at The Fat Hen, a stroll around Green Lake Park, an apocolyptic downtown walk that kinda ruined our stoke, but at least lead us back to a relaxing afternoon at their house.
You know what we did the next day? Woke up at 4am and headed to the damn mountain to ski! Our little non-4wheel drive CRV made it to Mt. Baker and it was great... Comical, goofy, and nearly cut short due to some silly mishaps. We started off just feeling so awkward, falling around, losing skis... I don't think Dylan or I have a whole lot of patience when a sport doesn't just come too natural.
The top of the top from this day was shortly after feeling like the "Jerry with the colorful backpack..." Dylan went to sit down on the ski lift and one of his skis just popped right off. Then he noticed his ski pole somehow broke in half in this debaucle. So we're riding up the lift, one ski, 1.5 poles, waving the lift worker down to show her this unfortunate setup. She stopped the lift, Dylan hobbled off and got his ski from Chad that rescued it behind us. He then proceeded to ski down the mountain with this fantom pole, making me laugh everytime I looked over to see this incomplete movement. If I'd been confident (and warm enough) to pull out my phone for a video I would've.
At the bottom of the mountain, we were nearly ready to give up, ditching skiing altogether, but luckily Dylan got some optimism and motivation, rented some new poles and we were back at it. After some good laughs about the ridiculousness of the last couple hours, we wound up having a blast and gaining enough confidence to put skiing back into our future plans.
The only picture we got...
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