Stopped at the dump on the way to the trails. Here's our national bird posing with some of our garbage.
It was a great weekend for a little skiing. The trails were in good condition and the temps in the teens. We are very fortunate to live just a couple miles from a well maintained trail system. The boys had a lesson on Saturday. Tad and I tagged along too. We enjoyed being out so much that Sunday we decided to go out again. Maybe our expectations were set a little high, but it ended up not being the fun family outing we had envisioned. Alex gets crabby and starts whining when he is in "last place." Tad and I yell at Tim to stop and wait for us. Tim complains about being cold when he has to stop. We yell at him that he wouldn't be cold if he didn't lose his nice gloves. Alex cries that he hates skiing. Of course this all happens when you're past the point of no return. Did I mention the trails are a one way system?
The last picture is me managing not to wipe out on a downhill. I'm finding it hard to turn when going downhill on cross-country skis. Not caught on film is a wipe out where I ended up with the back of one of my skis stuck in the front pocket of my jacket. Alex beat me out for the best wipe out. He went head first into a snow bank and was so embedded, Tad had to pull him out by the legs.
