On the 3rd day of our ski trip, I took the day off to make sure Jonathan got a chance to have a ski lesson, if he wanted one. He, Mom, and I met Dale & Andy at the lodge for lunch, and Jonathan decided that yes, he would like to try skis. I duly arranged the lesson and we got him all kitted out with ski boots, skis, helmet (as per my cousin Carol’s recommendation), and goggles. He had a one-hour private lesson with . . . Don. The lesson was somewhat shortened due to the convincing I had to do in order to get Jonathan to accept a man as his teacher. It went something like this:
“That’s a man. I want a lady.”
“No. Where’s my lady?”
“Don’t want a man. I want a lady.”
I even told him he could call Don Donna if that made him feel better, at which point I’m sure, Don, who’d been a ski instructor for 23 years and had a great bushy mustache, wondered why in the hell he did this for a living and also why mothers insisted on giving little kids ski lessons. Finally Jonathan agreed to go with Mr. Don so that he could ride on the magic carpet in the learning area. After that everything seemed to be okay. They were in the learning area about 15 minutes and then skied out of it to the chair lift to come down the Snowflake bunny slope. After the first time, as they were heading back onto the lift again, I heard Jonathan say, “…Yay!”
Jonathan got tired after that, though, and started to sit down on his skis a lot. He did a final run down Snowflake between his teacher and Dale, which Dale loved. I don’t think we’ll be able to miss a season skiing now that Jonathan’s been on skis. It was so much fun seeing families skiing down the runs together; I look forward to that for our family.
Posted by elizabeth at March 3, 2003 02:20 AM