Tomorrow morning I’m taking the girls to the snow for a couple of days of fun and frivolity and no broken bones thank you very much*. They both learned to ski in 2005, just before Ella turned five, and we’ve managed to take them often enough since then that they’ve become pretty competent little skiers. This year, just for kicks, we’ve convinced them to try snowboarding. I have my fingers crossed that this will turn out to be a really good idea. If, like I did, they get five minutes into their first lesson and fall heavily on their backsides and call it a day**, it won’t be easy to switch back to skiing; we’re hiring all our equipment from a place an hour away from the snow fields, and we’ve paid in advance for everything. So, there will be no going back. There will be no quitting. They will have to suck it up, dust the snow off their butts and get back out there, goddammit, because snowboarding is what the cool kids do and I’ve always wanted to be a cool kid and the next best thing is to have cool kids.
This is my 23 year old cousin, Luke. He’s been working/snowboarding his way around the south of France this year. I’m keeping up with his adventures on his facebook page. I love watching his new friends notifications pop up – he’s no doubt filling his address book with people who’ll help him couch-surf his way across the entire continent. What a life, eh?
* There will be no blogging, but there may be tweeting. If I can get a signal from on top of a mountain. You just never know.
** I know that sounds quite pathetic, to have quit after five minutes, but at the time I was still recovering from a very bad fall on concrete, right onto my tailbone, that had happened about six months previous (and was still sore three years later). I never had an x-ray but I’m pretty certain I must have cracked it, to still be sore so long afterwards. I really, really wish I had learned to snowboard as a kid, rather than trying it as an adult. Next life maybe… unless I get to France, where the landing is a bit softer, what with all the powder snow. We just don’t have that kind of soft snow-cover in Australia. When you fall, it’s generally onto the packed-down 30cm deep base. Which might as well be concrete.