The season started late because the snow was
late this year. But better late than never. Usually, we ski beginning January,
but this year we had to wait until then end of the month. And when there
finally was snow, we got fog as well. And although I love skiing while the
snowflakes are coming down, it was more of an exercise to find your way around.
But last Saturday, finally, it was a
fantastic day for skiing. Clear and sunny skies, no traffic, well-groomed and
quiet slopes, they’d even thrown in a new lift somewhere way up high, so no
competition from the newbies, and crispy snow. Almost too good to be true.
Too good to be true, in fact.
Because it looks like that was indeed the one
and only ski day of the year 2018. It’s been an average of 12
degrees and over on the slopes the entire week. I think I might as well pack up
my gear again.
One good day. This must have been the
shortest season ever.
It was, in other aspects, also a memorable
season, as it was my first time going solo after some 20 years. A rude
awakening, I might add. For as long as I ski, I have skied with my kids. First
I taught my son, and so we always skied together. My son actually enjoyed
skiing. He eventually switched to snowboarding, and as his friends were all on
the slopes of Feraya every weekend, in the end all I would see of him was
during the car ride up and the ride down. By that time, I had taught my
daughter, and I would ski with her. She hated
skiing, but when she switched to
boarding, she became an avid fan, and so I always had a skiing buddy.
But this is of the past. She knows these
slopes like I knew the back alleys in my neighborhood. She knows how to get
from one end of the resort to the other, knows what lifts have lines and which
have not, which slopes are good in the morning and which in the afternoon, and where
they sell the best manakis zaatar. The
friends she grew up with all ski, and they’ve roamed the slopes with us, the
parents for the past years..
But last Thursday, as we were discussing the plans for the
weekend, and I mentioned what time we would be going up to Feraya, she said:
“Oh, but I am not going with you.”
She had it all planned. She didn’t even need a ride. Her whole weekend was laid
out. She’d be boarding with so and so, and this friends was joining, and that
friend would come too, and they would meet X there, and Y and Z would catch up
with them later.
And here I was, all dressed up and nowhere to go.
For a fleeting moment, I thought about not
going myself. But hey, it’s not like next weekend was going to be any
different. And so I went.
And it was lovely.
But that was it. One good day. This was definitely my shortest season ever. Time to get the picnic basket out of the closet, and get ready for spring.
It seems, however, a good idea to add, Siets, that we have also skied together. Those were actually the days. Our hair in the wind, less grey.... Do they still sell those fab manouches on the slopes?
ReplyDeletehere is another wonderful and great report with super pictures.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work. Thanks.
Thanks for the info! Love the photos :)
ReplyDeleteFour years ago was might have been two days, but it was super short as well, but she was with you - and skiing - so it might have felt much longer. :)
ReplyDeleteWarm regards!
ReplyDeleteHope all is well with you.
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