Night Skiing at Big White

It is always a beautiful treat to be on the mountain at night. Tabs, Mist and I had the best time skiing. We stuck to green runs. Tabs was so adorable: she put her ski boots on in the van when we first arrived. It was dusk out, so she couldn’t see what she was doing very well. So, later on, after many runs and with the night full upon us, she complained to me that her ankles hurt–her ski boots were rubbing. I looked down and to my dismay, discovered she had her ski boots on the wrong feet! No wonder they hurt! I reminded her that the clasps go toward the outside. On one hand my heart was breaking for her sore ankles and on the other, I found the whole thing hilarious and had to stifle my laughter as to not hurt her feelings. Ski boots on the wrong feet look so…well… totally wrong!We stopped and changed her boots and all was well for the rest of the night. She only fell once and did a face plant. Mist helped her–losing one of her poles in the process. But we skied until the last chair. Pip didn’t want to ski so Peter took her skating. Then they had hot cocoa by the big bon fire beside the rink.
A beautiful night…