Nicholas loves to ski. All summer long he would say he couldn't wait for snow because he wanted to go skiing. I've been taking him as much as possible and he is loving it.
This weekend we headed to
Wachusett to enjoy the snow bounty we've been enjoying(?) here. Four hours into our day, which included runs avoiding anything bump-like, Nicholas decided he wanted to try to ski the jumps. This consisted of an approximately 200 yard off-the-side-of-the-trail "course" with bumps of varying size. His attempts remind me of the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears; his first attempt was too fast and he fell...lots, his second attempt was too slow and he didn't make it over the jump, and from then on he did pretty good.
Nicholas' runs did gather attention. With every run he would get a "way to go, little dude", "keep it up, little man", or some other random encouraging cheer from older boys watching from the chairlift. I also got a couple "how old is he?"s.
These comments were not just from his attempts at the jumps but also from his skiing. This little dude was showing some fantastic edging (really getting his knee into the slope) and was barely skiing in a wedge. Way to go, Little Dude!
