Our 22/23 ski season has come to an end.
We took our first run on November 19 and our last run March 24. We had 33 ski outings with countless runs at Wild Mountain (season pass), day passes at Trollhaugen, Spirit Mountain, Giant’s Ridge, and two trips to Lutsen.
According to my ski tracks app we skied approximately 250 miles and 185,763 vertical feet this winter.
We enjoyed several Sunday afternoons with our JP2 Ski Club friends and ski trips over Christmas break with family, over President’s Day with cousins, and over Spring Break just the three of us.
Tom’s birthday, my birthday, and our wedding anniversary were celebrated on the ski slopes.
This is both mine and Asher’s second season on skis. Tom has been skiing since he was a child and even trained for the junior olympics as a ski jumper.
It’s pretty incredible to watch Asher jump, carve, and hit the moguls with confidence. He has no fear and wants to do every run. The steeper the better. When we are on the chairlift he’s scanning the runs below looking for every mound of snow he can jump over.
His 2nd grade Science Fair project was all about…you guessed it…downhill skiing.
I never imagined myself a skier. In fact, I had only ever tried it once when I was a teenager and walked down the hill in tears.
I am as obsessed with it as Asher is. While I avoid the jumps, the steep runs are my favorite.
Learning how to ski at the age of 51; way to go, Grandma Vanessa!!!
WE LOVE SKIING.
And while we are excited to dust off our mountain bikes, it’s a bittersweet ending as we hang up our skis today.
The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of all the earth. The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all the peoples see his glory.” ~ Psalms 97:5-6