Jack and Winfield had their first ski lessons at Sunburst, the closest, respectable resort outside Milwaukee. I use the term resort loosely because this is no Park City, but it was perfect for the kids. They were hilarious and just looked so little out there, but the most important part is that they LOVED it. Christian was so excited he was all set to fly the family out west for a spring break ski trip until I reminded him that we still have two little ones that will be stuck in the lodge with yours truly.
I laugh every time I watch this because Winfield nearly runs over that poor kid and neither he nor Christian seem to notice!
This is man-made snow. In Wisconsin!! The kids started ski lessons during the only winter in 6 years that we haven't had more than two days of snow. Oh the irony.
Winfield was all smiles (a shocker to us), but who wouldn't be when you get a piggy-back ride up the hill every time you ski to the bottom? I admit, nobody likes the dreaded rope tow. Why don't they finally ban those and spare us all the rip-your-arm-out-of-the-socket yank that you have to endure every darn time? I much prefer the chair lift, and so does Win, apparently.
