On Sawyer's Swoop, Bridget watched as some of the older kids scooted across some bare spots where the trail had narrowed, and decided that looked like fun. She took off ahead of me, and before I could say a word, she headed full-speed, straight for the grassy section. Her skis flew off and she landed superman-style across the water-drenched grass. I think she was more suprised than anything else and quickly got up and I helped her put her skis back on. Before I could click back into my bindings, she was already skiing off down the trail. I'm guessing this is only the beginning of that independent side showing through.
"We'll see how we do next year, I promise, Bridget."