Last week we headed up to Keystone Resort to finally get a little skiing in before the season is over. To spice things up, we decided to enroll Maxon in his first ski lesson. We honestly didn’t know how it was going to go because everything about it was going to be a new experience: 6-hour lesson without either Mike or me waiting in the wings, wearing ski boots, and actually putting on skis and purposefully gliding down a hill.
Lucky for us, it was pretty easy to stalk Maxon’s ski lesson from afar. Cooper and I caught a glimpse of Maxon’s class being herded in the gondola line while we were waiting our turn to go to the top and then again on our way down in the gondola where the ski school had their learning hill. Mike was able to camp out at the learning hill and catch him up close and personal.
One might ask if it was a success. It depends on one’s perspective. On the one hand, he was dropped off without incident, appeared to be engaged in the group every time we stalked him, and was a happy smiling boy when I went to pick him up at the end of the day. On the other hand, when I asked if he was ready for another lesson, he gave a very definitive “nooooooo!”. When I asked why, he said “it takes too long!” Maybe the day will seem shorter when we try again next ski season.