Trumpkin- alias 'No tail, No brain'- steals Easter again
Yesterday Greg and I went up to Loveland. It was sunny, winds were calm, and they had 8 inches of powder at the top. Sweet! The chairlift up, Greg and I discuss how we're both wimps now from so many injuries, and that we should start on something groomed and stick to mostly blues. Of course, neither of us has skied Loveland, and first run down, Greg goes too far right and leads us straight into the South Chutes. But, after a moment at the top going, 'shit,' we went for it and were pleasantly surprised with ourselves. My new skis are annoyingly slow, and the twin tips were weird feeling in the powder, but I like them alright other than that. I think the slow part will help the skiing with snowboarders thing cuz really I kept up with Greg fine without having to slow myself down or wait, and twin tips do make turning easier on the hips, which is why I bought them in the first place! We did a mogul run at the end of the day that made my hip a little sore but other than that, no pain! Woot!
I was looking at Easter pictures to send to Katy and remembering our traditions that no longer apply.
Every year, the Saturday before Easter we would drive to Lookout Mountain (above Golden) with one aunt/ fam and spend the night our other aunt/fam's house. Before dawn, we'd be woken and dressed in matching dresses (all four of us female cousins) and taken to sunrise service. Afterwards, we'd stand and watch the bison herd while Alden and my dad went back to the house to hide eggs and chocolates. One year Trumpkin, their Australian Sherpard, ate all the chocolate before we found it, but Katy's basket was up high and survived, so we shared that. We always ended up on the giant trampoline, often using it to try to get on Jen's freakishly mammoth Polish Arab, Cloud. That horse had the patience of a saint!
This morning I woke up at sunrise and could not fall back asleep.
We're going to my parents' house, where I will finish preparing the lunch I've been working on since Wednesday and eight of us will eat it and talk about things I probably won't care about. It's already Monday for Katy, Jen is pregnant and living in San Diego, and Kiersten just moved to St Thomas, so I will be the only female cousin, and I won't be wearing a dress. Jonathan's little girls will have their Easter in Orange county, too, so no children. Mike and I will be the youngest people there by 30 years.
It feels so weird to be 'grown up'! Screw this!
Let's go look at the bison and gorge ourselves on jelly beans!
Also, of course, it snowed.
I was looking at Easter pictures to send to Katy and remembering our traditions that no longer apply.
Every year, the Saturday before Easter we would drive to Lookout Mountain (above Golden) with one aunt/ fam and spend the night our other aunt/fam's house. Before dawn, we'd be woken and dressed in matching dresses (all four of us female cousins) and taken to sunrise service. Afterwards, we'd stand and watch the bison herd while Alden and my dad went back to the house to hide eggs and chocolates. One year Trumpkin, their Australian Sherpard, ate all the chocolate before we found it, but Katy's basket was up high and survived, so we shared that. We always ended up on the giant trampoline, often using it to try to get on Jen's freakishly mammoth Polish Arab, Cloud. That horse had the patience of a saint!
This morning I woke up at sunrise and could not fall back asleep.
We're going to my parents' house, where I will finish preparing the lunch I've been working on since Wednesday and eight of us will eat it and talk about things I probably won't care about. It's already Monday for Katy, Jen is pregnant and living in San Diego, and Kiersten just moved to St Thomas, so I will be the only female cousin, and I won't be wearing a dress. Jonathan's little girls will have their Easter in Orange county, too, so no children. Mike and I will be the youngest people there by 30 years.
It feels so weird to be 'grown up'! Screw this!
Let's go look at the bison and gorge ourselves on jelly beans!
Also, of course, it snowed.