Snow skiing in Colorado

George is 5.

Aria is 3.

Its time they learn to snow ski.

Three days after Christmas we loaded Helen's giant Cadillac and rented an enormous van to convoy to Colorado for 6 days of skiing ... and other assorted fun.

Helen set up play school in the back seat of her car. Sitting between her grandkids, she entertained them for the entire road trip. Games were played. Books were read. Songs were sung. They all had a blast! Especially Helen.

Helen found a super spacious VRBO condo that overlooked the slopes. Our daily view was the mega fast quad chair lift and the bunny slope. There was night skiing and New Year's Eve fireworks.

Since Samantha was 7 months pregnant, she could not ski. Helen chose not to. As for George, Jake, Aria and me ... it was 6 days of skiing.

George and Aria did great!


So did Jake.

As for me; I made a gazillion runs ...

and remembered why I love this sport soooo much.

Back at the condo, there was a lot of game playing ... 

and time for family selfies ... as directed by George.

Scary.

Yawning.

Rabbit ears.

Smiley. 

As they headed back to California, we headed back to Kansas. No road trip is complete without a stop at a small town for lunch and pie. This time it was Wilson, Kansas, which features the World's Largest Czech Egg. Who knew?

Snow skiing is a sport.

Sports are good.

So is family.