Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A Beach Party Day At The Woods

The calendar says spring, the conditions say mid-winter. Sure, Bretton Woods Beach Party may have not offered the mashed-potatoes snow and sunny skies we think of when dreaming of spring skiing, but that didn't stop the guests and staff at the mountain from getting into the spirit with leis and #dayatthewoods neon sunglasses for everyone. Who can resist skiing in costumes and cheering on those crazy folks who dare to make it over the slush pool using gear that's made for sliding on snow?

A few of our favorite moments from last weekend:

Bridget skied like a butterfly all day to celebrate the coming of spring.

Timmy wore his Dinosaur head and lei proudly as we cruised the mountain.

I took advantage of the Sport Thoma Demo Day happening at the resort. In the firm conditions, I especially loved the Blizzard Viva and Head Super Joy.
Timmy and Bridget joined just about everyone on the mountain in cheering on the slush pool competitors. (Bretton Woods photo)


While the kids were treated to an animal show at the Kids' Apres Ski Party upstairs in the base lodge, Outdoor Dad and I just might have enjoyed an adult beverage while Jah Spirit brought sunny beach vibes to northern New Hampshire.

Sunday brought those sunny skies and warm temperatures that we've been dreaming of.

As we frolicked in the soft bumps of Peboamauk Falls, Bridget found one of the Groomer Grab prizes hidden on the mountain for Beach Party. We're headed to the Mount Pleasant Golf Course this summer!

Monday, March 16, 2015

Fun for Everyone: Family Ski Weekend at Bretton Woods

It wasn’t that long ago that I was toting a baby and a toddler to Bretton Woods, taking turns with my
husband in the lodge with the baby and negotiating to see who got to go out for the first powder run. In what seems like a miracle to me now, all four of us are now choosing from just about any run on the mountain and racing each other down.

Outdoor Dad’s brother, Brian, and his family came for a visit from upstate New York last weekend, and I observed with interest the new stage of life they are entering into with a sweet 11 year-old daughter. They confided that there was some question as to how enthusiastic their daughter would be in doing anything with her parents, let alone skiing. But if Anya was reluctant to spend time on the slopes with her parents, I never saw it. She was often one of the first ones to don her ski gear in the morning and was game for any trail we suggested.


Although we always have fun together as a family, this year’s ski trip visit seemed to fall into place so much more easily than other years, and I think it is because of the new stages in life the kids are at. Our young ones now have the ability and stamina to spend an entire day at the resort, without the need for naps or short attention spans. We did take some runs on the bunny hill to warm up, but everyone was eager to explore new terrain on the upper mountain this year.


We giggled as we explored Granny’s Grit while heavy wet snow covered our tracks behind us. We cheered each other on as we rolled over the soft bumps for their first-ever glade run on Black Forest. We glided down Two Miles Home to the Telegraph T-Bar and enjoyed the fire at the Stickney Cabin.



Anya’s mother was genuinely grateful when she told me, “It was so great to have all of us out on the slopes together.”

With a five and seven year-old, I can see that we’re entering a golden age now where the kids love to spend time with Mom and Dad, and although there are certainly squabbles about which trail we choose or who gets to sit next to whom on the chairlift, the kids are happy to be together and haven’t gotten to the stage where it’s not cool to hang with the parents. It was reassuring this weekend to see that something like skiing could bring together different ages and abilities.










Skiing can certainly be a solitary sport, but friends and family make it a communal experience. Depending on the stage of life a family is experiencing, that communal experience can morph – from those baby cave days, to mom and dad are my super hero days, to not wanting anything to do with parents, and back hopefully, full-circle, to cherishing those moments riding a chairlift together or stopping at the bottom of a run to recap our falls and foibles, our cheers and triumphs.