Ski Trip

What a treat to fly instead of drive the many miles to Colorado. This was Daisy's first trip in an airplane in her memory, and she behaved like a very grown-up girl (aside from the blankie). She wore her backpack without stopping and was very glad to have her own fold-down tray.


Giles didn't need a blankie to relax.


Because of uber-generous family, we got to stay in a palatial house instead of cramped quarters. Giles had his own *floor*. Everyone had their own bathroom. Daisy was still sleeping in my space, though. That felt cramped.


We found ourselves astonished by the snow. Of course we had expected it, but we'd never *lived* it in such magnitude. Incredible beauty! And so cold!


But sort of undaunted, we headed out to ski, some of us three times a day, as the slopes are lighted at night. I'll just mention here that I did *not* go skiing in the dark, as I can barely see at night, and I can barely ski. In fact, this photo is of my very first moment on skis, at my lesson. I did learn to ski, but I did not learn how to be not afraid while skiing down a mountain!


However, Clara was not afraid! All the kids are good skiers.


Felix is a great skier. Giles, as you see, stuck with the snowboard. And a helmet, after the first day.


I still can't believe we would all go out to play in such cold. I mean, we're from the South! Good thing about the fireplace and the massive pile of firewood.


Our inside time was grandly cosy, with beautiful views out every window.


Card games to play with grandparents.


Good things to read.


Stuffed animals to play with in the lamplight.





And something nice to knit!


On our way home, everyone a little tired. . .


But not too tired to knit.



Now, mountains of skiwear to launder, blue skies to walk under, an empty fridge to fill. Schoolwork to start back up, a new semester for Giles. New fabric to share . . . .