It seems that Spring has finally sprung in Toronto. Easter is just a couple of days away and the snow is all but gone. Ten days ago though, we got a chance to hit the slopes. Not quite the steeps and deeps of the Rockies, Ontario's Blue Mountain is a great place for a family ski weekend and for the big guy to try skiing for the first time.
He got his skis shined up, grabbed a stick of juicy fruit, and I think the taste moved him when he popped it in his mouth. He'd been wearing his helmet round the house for the better part of two weeks.
Even with the hype, we were all pretty proud of his first time strapping planks of wood to his feet and throwing himself down a
When was the last time you used a rope-tow?
Knowing better than to take Steppenwolf's word for it, I hear they have these new magic carpets, but I still haven't seen one in real life. Maybe next year. Anyway, our gloves held up to it and we got our share of turns in. Next season my back tells me we'll find that carpet.
We had a great time. And as the little man crashed for nap, I still got to get in some extra runs and a quick apres ski.
Next stop - Whistler. And then the Caribous.