Day 1

We arrived late yesterday unpacked the car and headed into town to organise Daniels ski gear, before spending the evening relaxing by the fire place. (by relaxing we mean chopping wood, carting it from out the back, lighting the fire and …….. )

The snow this year is a bumper load, the best for 10 years so they say. We certainly have never seen the reported depth in the years we have been coming up.

Barb made the executive decision that we should snow board for a couple of days for “something different”. Something different? …. To the last 2 times Barb tried it and wasn’t convinced it was fun at all.

We crawled out of bed to be greeted by a cloudless, windless, forecast 19deg day (in town at least).

The view of the mountain from the lounge window was fantastic, and we could see snow on mountains we’ve never seen snow on before.

The drive up the windy road to the resort helped to part Barb from her breakfast.

Daniel has graduated from little munchers ski school to big munchers ski school. The cut off age for both little people and half day lessons is 5. Daniel had to go into an all day class. Although it wasn’t Daniels perfect plan, he happily joined the group and left Ross and Barb free to concentrate on “pain by snowboard”

Much to Ross’s disappointment, Barb didn’t provide much video fodder. We spent the day on the boards without to many real dramas … A few stacks here and there, but nothing spectacular. There wasn’t too much pain afterwards, in fact the car sickness was as bad as it got.

Both Barb and Ross did an analysis of the day and both decided that the snowboards were fun enough, but not like a real snow sport such as skiing, and neither cared less if someone lit a bonfire and threw them all on. It’s back to skis tomorrow …. Proper snow sport.

As usual Daniel was exhausted and fell asleep in the car on the way down the mountain. He had an early night and voluntarily went to bed.

Both Barb and Ross were also pretty zonked by the snowboarding …… As the blog is being written, they are on the couch, on the gas, neither can be bothered cooking, both keep looking at the clock; and they both each suspect the other is waiting for that mythical piss poor nerd o’clock time to pass so one can call “bedtime”.