The company was great. Our neighbor (and my co-worker) invited us and brought along his young (~eight?) son and the kid's friend. The adults skied short black runs all morning - seeking out the softest of the concrete runs - and then had a brief session with the two kids in the afternoon. True to form one of the kids lost a glove, so Holly offerered up her glove liner.
The kids couldn't get enough of Duck Soup - a green run - and could have spent the rest of the afternoon settled into a texas tuck and flying V position, hurling down the slope. ...not much turning out of those two, but the morning's lesson gave 'em plenty of courage.
Other observations from yesterday's ski trip:
- There were hardly any people there. The resort may not have had any expansive back bowls - like Vail - but it didn't have any lift lines or crowded slopes either.
- The scenery was fantastic. The jagged ancient volcanoes, high cascade lakes, and soaring doug firs made the area every bit as beautiful as any other resorts that we've been to. Willamette didn't have Colorado's snarl of ski condo's, marketing machines (there were no mountain dew or red bull booths set up at the base of the runs), or interstates.
