Caroline had a BLAST at the Jackson Hole Mountain Sports Ski School . She was a bit nervous on Day 1 when she saw the mountain and all the kids, but the instructors there were great. C was in a class of just three girls and they learned to walk in ski boots, walk like a duck in their skis, and ride the magic carpet (a moving sidewalk like at the airport to get them to the top of the practice hill) all before lunch! After lunch they learned to glide down hill and make turns. C says the instructors wanted them to do pizza (think snowplow stop) but she was french fry (parallel) all the way!
She loved it so much, we went back the next day for more. On Day 2, she moved up to the snowmobile class and practiced on the actual mountain. To be in the snowmobile class she had to have goggles. She picked out these blue ones and pretty much wore them all week. She is ready to go back for more. "I am the fastest kid in my whole class!" she will tell you.
While C was off in Ski School, Hunter and I set out for the slopes. I am not 15 anymore. Nor am I 25. My inhibitions (and creaky bones) caught up with me a bit and I had a tough first day. Hunter was polite enough not to laugh when I fell and to wait endlessly for me to get it back together and catch up with him. At the end of Day 1 I was dubbed Grandma Pizza Feet for my lack of speed and abundance of snowplowing. Of course he and Caroline were Team French Fry.
On Day 2, I stuck to the bunny slopes to work on my confidence (it is great being the big fish on the small slopes) and Hunter headed up the mountain for some endurance racing, jumps and moguls (show off!). We met at the top of the mountain for lunch and he skied down while I took the gondola down. I would like to point out that this is a 3000 foot descent!
By Day 3 our legs were ready for a break so we set out to try our hand at something new. 
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