It was freezing here last night. An electric heater in the living room barely takes the edge off the cold. The rest of the house, including the bedrooms, bathroom and toilet have no heating at all.
The blow heater Ross brought up was great in Poo Poo Head’s bedroom. The build up to a toilet stop was like anticipating your own execution.
Ross packed up the combustion wood heater last before we went to bed. He used to have wood heating in a previous home and is well versed in it. This morning we unfortunately discovered the door seal s are cactus, as was the air manifold and it sucked air all night, burnt like a trooper and was as cold as the outside world by morning.
We all slept like logs and we’re all excited to get to the mountain and get stuck in.
We were only just in time and whilst Barb dressed Poo Poo Head, Ross spied a couple of local looking suspects and asked where the Snow School was. The reply was “… at the top of that f@#king hill there mate. Get your f@#king ticket over there and get the f@#king chair lift over there…” Ross gratefully extending his thanks for their help.
We purchased the lift passes and Poo Poo Head’s Snow School ticket, jumped on the quad chair lift (which Poo Poo Head thought was awesome) and got into the Snow School.
That’s when Poo Poo Head decided after many months including this very morning to change the rules. He decided to keep to himself, right up to check in, that he had decided he wasn’t going to Snow School.
We should have smelt a rat when he whinged about the boots, the helmet and the goggles.
The negotiators were bought in (Barb) and after a 20 min executive meeting of the representatives of both sides, Poo Poo Head agreed to stick with the original plan.
Poo Poo Head was issued with his Milo Kids bib and went into the group like nothing had happened. Another kids was physically dragged in by the staff whilst his parents escaped. That kid jammed his head under the indoor play equip and screamed and moaned for 30 min. It was like a scene from One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest – poor kid.
After seeing Poo Poo Head in his Milo bib in Snow School, Barb commented that she had waited her whole adult life to see that …… Ross checked all the Visa dockets in his wallet and commented that maybe he should have saved up for the same period.
The weather was fantastic. Not a cloud in the sky all day.
Barb and Ross skied about the place, popping back to check on Poo Poo Head.
Poo Poo Head was finished at 1.00pm and he was pretty much over the whole skiing thing. It took about 20 minutes and a lot of coaching just to try to get Poo Poo Head to head toward the car park so we could grab some lunch. He whinged and he moaned.
Finally Poo Poo Head agreed to stand between Ross’s skis and “slide” down the hill.
It was like a light had just been switched on. He got it at that moment and was having an absolute fantastic time. He was so excited and was bubbling.
Of course being bent over, and continually snow ploughing was manifesting itself as odd looks on Ross’s face. The more Poo Poo Head enjoyed it, the more pain it caused Ross.
We stopped for lunch at the car and Poo Poo Head couldn’t wait to get back on those slopes.
We took the quad chair back up to the area of the Snow School, started with some beginner runs and then ventured across all the intermediate runs until we were just worn out. Poo Poo Head was none too pleased when we decided to call it a day. He forgot about his boots, liked his helmet and wanted his goggles on.
Funny how fortunes ebb and flow.
Ross isn’t looking forward to tomorrow quite as much as Poo Poo Head, although Ross will have some respite whilst Poo Poo Head hits the Snow School again. Today his dance card was stamped with
1. I’m happy to go skiing
2. I can ride the magic carpet (like a travelator)
3. I know my instructors name
4. I can balance and slide on my skiis
Next is only snow ploughing
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