We’re just back from our three-day trip to Pennsylvania last week and I spent the weekend engaged in the very pressing and prosaic matters of putting away decorations and cleaning out the boys’ room and playroom. But lest you worry that I have decided to make myself overly comfortable here in Delaware, let me reassure you: I’m resolved to make 2010 a year of as much travel as I can possibly squeeze in with trips from Arizona to England and lots of places in between. And to prove my point, I’ve got not one but two trips planned in January, one of them to go skiing in the Vermont snow.
We will be going to Waitsfield, Vermont to see my father and stepmother and it is there that I will get the other three members of my family on downhill skis for the first time in their lives. I’ve written before about how I’d always planned to raise my children as skiers (and Mad River skiers at that – this post explains why) but that circumstances like the geography of Matt’s professional life have thus far interfered.
Given that my parents do live there and that we travel all the time, this now seems very lame. I know that the diehards on the mountain would rightly cut me no slack and I’ll just have to ask their forgiveness as I make what is sure to be my own embarrassing first descent since I haven’t worn downhill skis myself for nearly two decades.
And excuses aside, today I’m dreaming of our first winter weekend in Vermont as a family. If all goes as planned, we’ll have three full days over the Martin Luther King Day weekend and I’m hoping that the weather cooperates and our hardest decision is whether we want to spend all of them skiing at Mad River Glen or whether we might want some time snowshoeing in the woods too.
Although now that I’ve written those words I realize that all I really want is for the boys to put on skis, point them down the mountain, and decide that they never, ever want to take them off. And then I’ll just have to add another resolution, which is to put another regular trip on our yearly itinerary.