Lukey took his first ski class today. He was a bit apprehensive, but ended up really enjoying himself. It wasn't a postcard day...put it this way: I walked away from the Ski Wee building and couldn't see more than fifteen feet in any direction. Um, sleigh? Uh, chalet? Or painful hypothermic death in an ice crevasse? They all seemed equally probable.
Here's the boy apres-ski. He said it was one of the best days ever. I liked it too,