We drove about 45 minutes to Lake Louise and rehearsed our routine of ski boots-neck warmer-hand warmers-mittens-helmet-goggle assembly line. We rode up the gondola with a friendly local who gave us the lay of the land. Darin had a grand plan for tackling the mountain, but a mutiny may have occurred due to cold and icy conditions. However, conditions in and around the terrain park were lovely so we proceeded to do 3 laps, broke for lunch, and made 4 more terrain park runs. I was amused by a fellow mom standing at the top of a particularly alarming section of jumps. She said to her son in a lovely British accent, “I’m not sure this is necessary!” Maternal worry sounds so much better with a British accent😂.
I got my chance two runs later when Jacob fell on back-to-back jumps. He was trying to do a “butt scratcher”, didn’t get enough air, came down skip tips first and then face planted in the snow. That was followed by John catching an edge and doing a face plant to which I declared in my best British accent, “I think that’s enough for today!” Darin declared we couldn’t end the day on a run like that, so we did a redemption run and called it a day.
Our 3 little champions🎿❤️🇨🇦
Revelstoke was another 2-hr drive through the mountains, which left the boys recharged and full of energy. Why can’t they ever be tired like the rest of us??
We arrived in Revelstoke to find this is NOT a sweet little ski town. Revelstoke is known for heli skiing and only installed lifts 10 years ago. It’s a well established, blue-collar town with angry drivers and dive bars. Our arrival at the B&B was met by a panicked proprietor who had mixed up the date of our arrival. We graciously told her we’d play in the 10’ of snow in her front yard and then explore the downtown. Snowplay quickly turned perilous when 2 of 3 boys lost a boot in the snow. Darin and I nearly had to scale the embankment to help dig, but our “encouraging words” seemed to help them get the job done.
“Work together! Dig! You can do it!!”
All boys and boots accounted for:-)
We found our way downtown and stumbled into The Last Drop via a shady hotel lobby. I’m not quite sure how to describe this establishment as I’ve been working on my tendency to judge others. So I’ll just say they had a pool table so we decided to order an appetizer while the boys played and we madly searched for a dinner venue that would not make me think “last supper”. Ha ha ha!
After some a fried plate of appetizers and a second game of pool, we checked into a bed and breakfast that would be our home base in Revelstoke. The owners had kids our age, which quickly turned into a friendship over sliding down the snow pile outside. We dragged the wet boys in for dry clothes and dinner at a local Japanese restaurant ((Kawakubo). The boys were thrilled when we were seated in a private room and had to remove our shoes before entering. (I was not thrilled envisioning the FOREVER it would take to get their shoes back on at the end of the meal!).
For the third night in a row, the Js fell asleep on the car ride home. Cheers to another day filled with adventure❤️
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