Life of Wry

And…. they’re off.

We sent the little one off on a skiing adventure this morning with his friend Quinn and a bunch of other teenagers.  On a fancy bus.

The above photo? That’s the fancy bus at its 5:45am departure.

It was an amusing pre-dawn scene.  We, the parents, clustered in small, awkward circles, in various stages of awakeness.  Most of us had responded to alarms that went off well before they should have on a Saturday morning.  Trip supervisors ran around busily loading food and gear, collecting forms and answering questions.. they were a lot more alert.  Good thing.   Kids–some in full ski regalia, goggles set just so on top of their heads, and some with their gear in shopping bags–milled groggily; some seemed apprehensive, some seemed cool.

Challenging logistics this morning were made trickier by the fact Peter had gone to a slumber party last night.. which meant little, and certainly not enough, sleep was had.  It also meant the mom of the slumber party host had to get up at an ungodly hour, find Peter in a dark room among a jumble of sleeping bags, revive him, and get him downstairs and to the front door for the hand-off.  In the car, he changed into snow clothes–clumsily–and off we went.   The changing-into-snow-clothes-in-the-car part?  With super tired and grumpy kid?  Yeah..

However, there is much to recommend this trip–great snow conditions and sunny weather in today’s forecast, a very squared away adventure organizing company, and of course the commute to and from.  I’m thinking two hours each way with a couple dozen other teenagers on a bus that includes pillow-soft seats and a bathroom should be at least as much fun as the ski lesson they’ll take, the chair lift they’ll master, the sunny deck on which they’ll bask and, I hope, eat a little lunch, and the green circle slope they’ll slalom down like slaloming superstar ski studs…

Should be a great, great day.