The ups and down of Skiing

A key sign of getting old is when you live to see what your children are getting up to and so it was the case at Porter heights today. Our day at Cardrona a few days before had been a very pleasant, if expensive, experience. The plan was for two days near Christchurch too but Mt Hutt lived up to its nickname of Mt Shut, with both days cancelled by high winds. Pete very kindly took us to this smaller but closer ski field but we unfortunately joined the rest of the frustrated Mt Hutt Skiers for a packed and congested afternoon on the slopes.
Yet whilst Chris and I floundered Jess and Alex flourished. Pete meanwhile, just happily got a wet backside on his snowboard.

A calm scene but the clouds were rolling in whilst Alex masters the platter lift.


Jessica practises her snowplough and Chris practises his falling over and "I can't believe you took a picture of me" expression. Enlarge that picture it's a wonderfully grumpy face.



Top of the nursery slope and Alex is ready to go off again whilst Jessica was a bit more tentative. A great day but we need to get back to Whistler.



After Pete bravely negotiated the thirty minute drive down the mountain we stopped here for warm drinks. No Hot Chocolate but Chris told me that black Thermos coffee never tasted so good.