Sunpeaks in the Morning

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My dad and I on the dome-encapsulated chairlift.

 

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My dad on a super fast chair lift.
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Mist at the top of the mountain. It was a white out of wind and snow and I asked my dad why he’d taken us to Antarctica?!
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My dad, proud he’d delivered us to the top of the world!
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Me, preparing for the most fun run ever! The snow was deep in parts and the run was empty. I love when we’re the only ones on a run! Of course it had something to do with the whiteout wind/snow conditions!
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Granddad bought Mist a Sunpeak’s world famous cinnamon bun–only available mid hill–ski in.
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A rare Mountain Unicorn
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My dad and I stopping for a short tea/ coffee at Sunburst lodge (cinnamon bun place!)

 The pictures are of this morning at the ski resort Sunpeaks. I hadn’t skied with my dad since I was a teenager. My dad was the one who taught me how to alpine ski (my mom’s field was nordic). Some of my best teen memories are of skiing. So, it was a real treat to hang out with him and my own daughter Mist(now a teen) on the mountain.(I look weird in the pic but I like that it’s of me and my dad so I’ve allowed it to grace this blog!).

The snow was deep and fast. My legs took a beating having to really work the snow. We skied to a chalet mid mountain and sampled one of Sunpeaks famous cinnamon buns.

My Dad’s a seasoned skier and my daughter Mist is getting quite accomplished too. My dad convinced me that he’s no longer a hot shot, he’s slowed down and I am probably more advanced than him. I wanted to believe him. I really, really wanted to believe in my superior skills.

It was balderdash (just had to work in that word–no one uses it anymore and it’s just such a great word). He’s as fast as lightening and so is Mist. I was the slow poke in the group!

The under playing his own skiing prowess reminded me of last Saturday night. I was skiing with Peter (hubby), he’d been off skis for years, snowboarding instead. He told me to take it easy on him the first run down–that it was his first time on skis in years.

I start the descent down (an intermediate run) and told him to, “Follow me, it’s not too bad–only one steep part…”.

Down I went, really working the slope…really working it, thinking: The run is difficult but I’m showing Peter how it’s done: big turns, cutting into the mountain like a pro…

Suddenly, ZOOM! Peter’s gone. The guy flew past me like I was standing still.

Where’d my student go? I worked my way to the bottom to discover Peter, waiting for me, feet up with a hot cuppa cocoa, like he’d been waiting hours.

The guy is amazing on skis and me?I love to ski. I want to be a dare devil. Sometimes I feel (for a fleeting few minutes) that I’m one with the mountain. But alas, no matter how much I give it my all, I’m not likely to be the first one down the mountain!

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