Skiing for the first time

I didn't grow up skiing.  I've mentioned this before.  I'm not sure if it was because Dad was always so busy coaching his basketball team or if we just didn't have the money to take our family skiing, but I have never once skied.  Brad has always said that when Jake started skiing he wanted me to start with him.  His reasoning behind this is that he wants me to be able to ski with the kids for a while.  Then by the time they get old enough to ditch me on the slopes I will be somewhat skilled and be able to at least ski on the green slopes with them.

Well, this was the year Brad decided to start Jake...and along with Jake, me.  Jake's and my experience was pretty much the same. 

At first we felt like we had everything under control.

But soon we realized that was because we were on flat ground :)

Once we got to the bunny hill, the falls seems to come with every slope we skied. (I'm glad Brad had enough sense not to take a picture of me in this position which I found myself in more than I wanted to be.)

And at times, when Dad accidentally got us (all right, just Jake) onto a black diamond...

 there were even some tears.

By the end of the 2nd day we felt like pros.

And even had the privilege of skiing some greens with Kenzie and the boys.

And though we fell A LOT, and were pretty sore the next few days (maybe it was just me that was sore) we liked it.  So much so that maybe skiing at Christmas will become a family tradition.

Yes, yes I know the mohawk hat looks ridiculous on an almost 39 year old, Jordan already had the couth of a normal teenager and informed me of that (it's his hat).  Brad insisted I wear it this one time so he could keep track of me and it definitely did it's job.