Lucas started skiing, like his brothers, when he was 4 or 5 years old. He loves it. I tried it once or twice in 6th grade. And I don’t really care for the snow. But Martha, my mother-in-law, gave me all of her ski gear so I agreed to a ski lesson from Handsome. For 95% of the day I LOVED it! I enjoyed getting to glide on top of the snow instead of touching it.
We prepared ourself for a rainy winter here in Portland but were surprised with an abnormally mild winter. Which means less snow for Mount Hood. The mountain received 1/16th of the normal snowfall this winter. Luckily they keep the bunny hill covered so the terrain we explored was fine and avoiding the dry spots was good for my agility training. The season’s lack of snow was unfortunate for the advanced skiers (Lucas).
At the end of the day we decided to try a new run before heading home. My legs were super tired but I thought it was worth a try. I thought wrong. The run we chose was a harder and longer route than we thought we’d agreed to. I may or may not have cried the whole way down…
One Saturday we decided to ride our bikes to a yoga class at our gym. Since I had recently acquired a selfie-stick and brought it everywhere, I made Lucas take this photo with me at a stop sign. I’m glad I did because this is the only photo we have to capture the memory of us choosing to ride our bikes on a busy road in 37 degree fog at 9:30 in the morning and me crashing. The photo below is one of two bruises the crash gave me.
A random weekend in January was sunny and fairly warm so we used the new tennis rackets we were given for Christmas. Thanks mom, we love them!
