My youngest two children spent four glorious days in Steamboat's wonderful ski school. They both raved about their instructors and how much progress they had made. My eight-year-old son told us he was ready to show off his new skiing skills. He was thrilled and proud. I am not sure how we got lulled in to thinking he was the next Billy the Kidd, but we did and on the last day, we decided to all ski together as a family. I knew this would be a risky endeavor as our skiing abilities vary and we have an unpredictably moody fourteen-year-old!
Above is the photo of my youngest son, looking confident and ready to ski. Below is the picture of me after I saw him ski! I think I lost a few years of my life watching him torpedo down the slopes.I think the instructor forgot to teach him how to turn. This kid dive-bombed down every slope and used his family members as brakes at the bottom of each slope. Next year, it's a full week of ski school for him!