For the last 17 years, my husband has joked that I am a snow goddess. Whenever I fly into a ski area, there’s a huge dump of snow. If I stay for more than a week, it snows for pretty much the whole time. This trip is no exception: in the last week, Heavenly has gotten over 75 inches of snow compared to the 12 inches they had the two weeks before I came. That’s a pretty big difference.
So I’ve decided maybe he’s right, I am a snow goddess. We leave on Thursday and the snow is scheduled to stop – nothing in the forecast. We’ll see how that turns out. In the meantime, today I skied while it was snowing. Frankly, I didn’t like it. Not enough visibility, cold, wet and uncomfortable. So I went up to the top, tried to get a ride down on the lifts when I got there is was so bad.
So I boarded down the mountain, led by my brave and fabulous son. My husband, the intrepid, die-hard skier, skied 10,900 vertical feet – in the snow. He’s a loon. But he’s also a lot thinner. I had to bring him out smaller pants when I am last weekend. He’s now dropped 5 pants sizes in the last two years. I’m very proud of him. He looks awesome and has so much more energy.
Which is good, since he’s going to be going back to work next week for the first time in almost 2 years. I’m going to miss having a house-husband. He’s been wonderful – cooking, shopping, laundry and all that in addition to teaching our son. Pretty amazing. I know we’ll figure out how to balance his job and my new job, but right now, not sure how that’s going to work out. But I know it will because it is too important. We’ve all come too far to risk going back to being unhealthy.
So a few more days of snowboarding and then we’ll pack up and head home. Long drive, but it will be good to be home, so we’ll all focus on that.