We woke up to silence – no rain, and the forecast was good. As we started the drive up the mountain Barb and Ross talked about whether to put Poo Poo Head into Snow School again today. Although Ross and Barb got 3 hours of Poo Poo Head free ski time, it was what was turning out to be very expensive child care because the tuition results were zero; in fact we think maybe he is doing less now than when he started.
Every afternoon Poo Poo Head was picked up, his ski ability remained at a constant level of zero. He couldn’t even remember what he’d had for lunch. Expectations for success were smashed back down to earth on day one when Ross discovered item 3 of 6 on Poo Poo Heads Snow School progress card which read “I know my instructors name”. That’s the mid point in skill level????? Who cares what your name is, you should only ever be “that guy that taught Poo Poo Head to snow plough” …. At $100 for a kid’s serve of Spag Bol, you don’t need a name for that unless it’s Gordon Ramsey.
Barb made the decision to give it another go in Snow School, and Poo Poo Head finally wandered in without an issue.
The weather was pristine, not a breath of wind and not a single cloud in the ski. The wind-blown hard packed snow slowly softened in the sun and Ross and Barb took full advantage of the conditions and the lack of Poo Poo Head.
Barb on the poma. The poma is a little like a boat ramp … you could spend hours sitting and just watching people coming to grief.
We collected the Poo Poo after lunch and headed straight off to the beginner area to give him some “private” snow plough tuition. When Poo Poo was asked about triangles (snow plough) at Snow School he didn’t really answer, he just did it. It was like Ross and Barb were smacked in the face with a snap frozen turd. How could he go from a completely useless ski vegi to ski champion in just 3 hours (including lunch and story book). After inhaling huge amounts of tuition cash for the previous 3 days with zippo result, he clearly just decided that if he didn’t do what his painfully persistent parents wanted, he might be forced to live at ski school.
He even produced his very best smarty pants face to go with it.
The really insulting thing is, this morning Ross and Barb told him as soon as he could snow plough he didn’t have to go to Snow School again. Ross and Barb realized they could have saved a bloody fortune by telling him that on day 1. Ross punched Barb, Barb slapped Ross … “idiot” they mumbled under their breath to each other.
Poo Poo Head just snow plough’ed all over the place like he had been doing it all his life. Ross and Barb patted each other on the back and high 5’d each other like they were responsible for this miraculous turn around. After one single demonstration run down the short learners run for the benefit of his shell shocked parents, Poo Poo Head announced he was over this “playground” and was ready for the big time – jumping straight over the green beginner runs and straight into an intermediate run.
He headed for the Highway 83 “blue” run which is rated as intermediate in difficulty.
As Poo Poo Head zoomed around, looking about and trying to find jumps (of all things) Ross and Barb simply followed him like a tour leader. Poo Poo Head had obviously taken note of where we had been over the last few days, and started to pick the runs he wanted to ski on.
A quick refreshment stop at the bottom of the Highway 83 run. Where else can you sit surrounded by ice and snow in freezing cold wearing a t-shirt next to a kid with a helmet and goggles, and look completely normal.
He really, really didn’t want to leave at the end of the day. He even remonstrated by throwing a massive public wobbly. Typical of any highly strung celebrity athlete.
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