Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Ski Trip


I've been a bad, bad blogger.

What can I say? Sometimes life just gets a bit crazy. I know you all can feel me on that one.

The last week has been full of friends and family. Errands and craziness. Love and laughter. Going, going, going. Do, do, do. Bake, bake, bake.

Whew...I feel exhausted all over again just thinking about it!!!

I will be honest and tell you that I am happy it is over. Everything was lovely and I enjoyed it - but I am happy it is over. That is how I have operated this year, in a constant state of having to look, and move, forward.

It has been both my weakness and my strength.

That also goes for chocolate. And wine. Preferably a Pinot Noir. Pinot Blanc will do as well. Oh how easily I digress!



After all of the Christmas madness, my Dad, brother, sister and I decided to go skiing on Sunday. One of the things I love about living in Portland is that we are only about an hour or so from Mt. Hood which makes a last minute ski trip totally possible.



Here is my Dad and sister as we got ready to hit the slopes.



Before we knew it, we were in the chair lift and ready to ski. I do not get up to the mountain nearly enough and this is something I would like to change about my life. Skiing has always been a joy for me and shouldn't we all spend more time partaking in joyful activities? I do believe the answer is yes.



Here I am with my sister on the ski lift. I am wearing my new white ski jacket that I got for Christmas. I love my new ski jacket. L.O.V.E.





Can I just say that I love where I live? I have travelled a lot in the US of A and there are so many parts of America that have taken my breath away, but there is just something about Oregon that continues to amaze me.



Many only think of rain, hippies and flannel shirts when they think of our Beaver state - but the reality is so much more.



When I was living down in Southern California, it was the trees I missed the most - especially the ones covered in snow.



Trees as far as the eye can see. It is our equivalent of dessert after a mediocre entree of rain.



Here is my Dad in front of one of his favorite views. This is about as high as you can get at the particular ski resort we were visiting.



Me. Dad. Brother. Everyone in the family skis except for my brother - he is a snowboarder through and through. Those darn kids these days!

Just kidding all you snowboarders out there - got nothin' but love for ya!

***Side note*** - To any and all parents who want their kids to know how to ski: my parents literally took us to the mountain when we were YOUNG and sent us down the hills. It is the best way to learn. I highly recommend it. Dan and I plan on teaching our kids this way. Remind me I said that as I stand in tears while I send my precious wee one down a freaking mountain.



My sister and me. That girl drives me nuts, but I love her to death. I think we both know more about each other than we care to admit. It is the lifelong strength/detriment of having a sister.

All of you with sisters out there know exactly what I mean. Those who don't, well, I can tell you two things: 1) You do not fully understand the art of a good grab and pull of long hair, and 2) Laughing until you are crying takes on a whole new meaning between sisters.



Because we got up to the mountain a bit late, most of the trip was spent night skiing, which I actually love. It is less crowded and there is just something special about skiing in the dark. You realize what a small piece of the puzzle you really are - in a good way. Does that make sense?



Brother and sister on chair lift. I do love those little pain-in-the-butts.



Way up on the mountain near one of the lifts there is a little warming hut that was built in 1939 and it has a HUGE fireplace. They sell food, warm drinks and a variety of other little snacks. It is the perfect place to toast the fingers and toes. At the moment this picture was taken, I was loving my life. I had gotten pretty cold outside and there is nothing more lovely than coming in from the cold and being so, so warm. Delicious.



My sister and I taking full advantage of the fire.



It was during our stop in the warming hut that my Dad learned that his beloved team, the Denver Broncos, lost to the Philadelphia Eagles in a last minute field goal. There were a few moments of sadness at that table.

It's alright Dad - there is always next year...at least we can still beat the Oakland Raiders...oh wait...



Here is our little gang in warming hut. After this was taken we headed back to the slopes for some more runs until the cold got the best of us and we headed home. It was a really great day and I hope to get back up there soon. After all of the hustle and bustle and stress of Christmas, that fresh mountain air was just what I needed.

I hope that you all had a great Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Whatever this time of year means to you.

Next up: New Year's Eve! Nothing like New Year's to really remind you of who you are missing!

Now what did I do with that bottle of Pinot Noir...???

10 comments:

  1. Sounds like a lot of fun! love all the skiing pictures. oregon looks amazing! i'm not sure i could send my kiddoes down a mountain...maybe the bunny hill first?

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  2. You can feel warm in the fire with your dad. Good idea in skiing around ! Get more details on ski resort which is useful to many.

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  3. Oregon is amazing as is certain people in Oregon..

    *winks*

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  4. It was amazing! Funny post though I'm fairly certain you stole all of your material from me.
    hahaha


    I look disgusting in these.

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  5. Beautiful pictures Jocelyn.
    I'm glad Christmas is over too. Just gotta get through New Years and we're home free!!!!

    Have a very happy and healthy 2010!

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  6. I am so jealous of snow and skiing. It has been ridiculously hot in Melbourne, although it's raining now...

    Happy new year.

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  7. How fun! I have only been skiing once but found it much easier than snowboarding. My cousins live in Portland and have told us how beautiful Mt. Hood is :)

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  8. Hey why's the Rum (Pinot Noir) always gone? (hee, hee)

    Happy new year. I have missed you like crazy and I've been just as bad at regular blogging. It's like the holiday season took over my life or something... Oh wait. it DID.

    I think I'm slowly recovering...

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  9. ha! thats how my parents taught us how to swim- just threw us in the middle of the pool and we had to make our way back :O) {one of them would be in the middle of the pool just in case...}

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  10. i also feel really bad when i don't blog for a few days! :(

    your pictures look so fun! i wish it snowed here :/

    i stumbled across your blog and love it! just wanted to say hi!

    xo, katie

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