Cross Country Skiing

A couple weeks ago Mom and I both had been in the basin for way too long.  She is always up for doing anything fun and spur of the moment.  I called her up on Friday and asked her if she would want to go cross country skiing at Wasatch State Park, without even thinking about it she said she would love to.  It is something she had never done and something I've wanted to do ever since going a few times back in college. We had a fun time, sliding around on the snow and the weather was great, we didn't really know what we were doing, but fake it till you make it right?

 We did the lake course first, which was pretty mellow we were getting pretty excited and feeling pretty athletic I think and talked all the way about how we could buy our own equipment and lap the golf course back at home. We fully intended on hitting D.I. when we headed on into Provo later that day to get all set up with our own gear. At the end of the lake course is the mountain course and at that point I think we were both feeling pretty brave and confident, so we crossed the road and started hiking our first steep ascent. Well things got a little hairy after that, turns out going downhill is a lot different when your heels are not locked down and are standing on skis the width of tooth picks. After quite a few wrecks and my mom hearing me yell up the hill, "Just don't break a hip," we were done.

The best part was seeing my mom come up a huge hill and ski down towards me without the jacket that was wrapped around her waist, luckily it didn't take too long to retrieve it, otherwise we were just going to call it a loss, at this point we were tuckered out, wet and cold. We got back to the lodge and ran our hands under hot water for a few minutes, regained the feeling and headed out.  We were done for the day and pretty tired, we'll get our own setups another day.  I'm glad I've got such a great mom with a good nature to humor me and my need for activity and leaving town for a day.