
It reached 28 degrees in Duluth today, so Mason and I hit the slopes. I had been putting off the skiing because of the colder temperatures, and all the holiday prep, but Mason's racing team practices begin tomorrow, so I figured he needed to get out at least once before that. He really needed to get his ski legs back since he just learned how to ski last year. Nothing like waiting until the last minute! After about an hour on the bunny hill, I decided Mason might be better off with an instructor, so that's Waylon with him (above).

Waylon spent an hour and a half with Mason, and said he was doing just great, skis nearly parallel on his turns by the end of the lesson. Yeah! Though he doesn't look happy here, Mason was very happy, and wanted to stay and ski longer. Unfortunately, mom's bad boots prevented her from going out with him for a few more runs. (We will be heading to fix THAT problem this week!)

Until the boots killed me, I had a great time skiing out on my own. The shot above is a self-portrait, taken on one of my solo chairlift rides. Oh, yeah. The blizzard seemed to have a huge effect on the turnout at Spirit Mountain. I never waited more than about 40 seconds for the lift. Unfortunate for Spirit, but great for the skiers!