Happy New Year From Bromont

This morning our little family went skiing to Bromont. The conditions were beautiful, the snow was fast and it wasn't too cold. The view was wonderful, the snowy hills contrasting with the somewhat green valleys.

I'm amazed at how good our kids have become. Sabrina is a beautiful skier. She takes her time, examines the slopes and goes down with perhaps a touch of fear maybe not for the hill per se, but for how her ski style is. Mathieu is not as worried about his style but attacks a hill with power and enjoyment, sometimes showing the signs of a future pro in his own YOLO (You Only Live Once) way. He's a lot like me and is a pleasure to ski with. We ended the day with a run on a double black.

Tonight: salmon tartare and ribs (yes strange mix but that's how it is).

A ski day when everything goes wrong...

It started with Mathieu's ski boots being too small, and Sabi's brand new expensive Kombi mits missing. Originally timed to leave around 8:15, we didn't get on the road before 8:45, making it to Bromont a few minutes before 10:00am. While Suzanne and Sabrina went to do a few runs I took Mathieu to the ski rental to get him some boots and have his skis adjusted to them.

We met up with my friend Jean and his gang which was fun. What was a lot less fun was that Mathieu's skis kept unclipping because the guy at the shop missed his adjustment. A few clips later and my son was finally able to get back into it.

Except it didn't happen.

The three intelligent adults asked the four kids to take the chair in front of us so that we could have some adult conversation which unfortunately didn't happen. As soon as we got on the chairs, the kids were not able to lower the security bar and found themselves clinging to the back seat in terror as we watched about ten meters behind. There was nothing we could do but spend a stressful climb while shouting some "suggestions". Everything ended well.

I started skiing when I was six. It happened often in my childhood when I went up the hill in a chairlift that had a broken security bar, and I survived.

Nevertheless, this Winter the kids are learning how to close the security bar.

I already miss yesterday's spa.