You haven’t lived until you’ve jogged out into the snow at 29 degrees in your bare feet and swimsuit to take part in an afternoon jacuzzi soak while basking in the glow of the rocky mountains. My little sister and I had a girl’s day so we built a puzzle, listened to music, soaked in the jacuzzi, and went on a “hike” in the snow. “Hike” is a very relative term when the snow comes up to your knees and you therefore make little to no quick progress.
We layered ourselves in our snow gear and took a couple hours to just explore the property around our cabin. It’s cold here so I’m not a huge fan of sitting down in the snow, but we did hike to the top of a little hill that overlooked a basin with the mountains in the background. Being this far away from a city means that the only sounds you hear are the breezes through the pines and that granular sound of boots in two feet of powdered snow. It’s a special kind of silent here.
It’s always interesting to observe the thoughts and feeling that come up when you willingly choose to bow out of what you know will be a fun and bonding experience between you and your family members and friends. I know that choosing not to ski this trip is the best decision for me and my body, but it still doesn’t make it fun to have everyone pile back into the house telling all sorts of tales about all the fun they had in lessons or just out on the slopes. I have really fond memories of ski school as a kid. I know how much fun it is. I certainly weighed the pros and the cons of both the decision to ski and to not ski and my decision to sit out was kinda reinforced when my sister had a bad fall on her snowboard and was sent to the clinic for Xrays. Thankfully, her knee was only severely bruised and the bones and ligaments are all intact, but still… Those spills can turn into a long-healing injury real fast and considering how slowly my back is healing I couldn’t justify trying to ski again this time around.
Am I a broken record? Pretty much! I keep saying over and over that I made the right decision not to ski on this trip. I’m enjoying my chill time for sure, but I’m certainly getting some twinges of jealousy every time the crew arrives back at the cabin to regale us with all of their stories. I certainly feel left out. I’ve been reminding myself that even if I had skied there would have been no one on my ski level to ski with if I wasn’t in ski school, so I would have most likely not been with the other crew but still, it’s the idea I suppose, of being left out, haha.
Also, everyone is out the door to the slopes by 7:45 and then they come home so tired that they are in bed by 8:30 or 9, which means there is absolutely no night life up in here, haha.