Yesterday I drove the boys to Flagstaff in hopes of waking up in the morning to a glorious sledding day. The evening became a slow moving nightmare of tired youth and angry father. I worried, for quite a spell, that I might snap. I did not. At some point during the evening the boys approached humanity. This was temporary, of course. They went back to the follies of youth quite quickly and I was quite through with it all by noon the next day.
All things considered, I had a good time on the slopes. I learned inexpensive ways to get in solid snowplay. I also learned what we do (and don’t) need in order to have a really good time on a budget. By budget I mean far far less than what was actually spent on this particular trip. Final damages: Lost my favorite winter coat, spent a slew on second rate cold gear, three happy kids.
That last bit is what really matters when you boil it all down. One thing I learned: My kids have a strange attraction to 80’s styled music. I blame the Teen Titans. This song by BER was on crazy repeat the whole trip. That is, when they weren’t singing Black Beetles. Maybe I’m raising DJ’s after all…