tirolerpeter
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highpeaksdrifter said:What follows is based from observations I have made so far on Christmas week when the kids are off from school and Mom and Dad have decided to take some vacation time.
We have all seen this fine gentleman.
1) He is usually a professional person in his mid to late 30’s.
2) Pulls up in a mini-van of SUV with his young family.
3) Gets to the mountain between 9:30-10:00 because the family can’t get it together any earlier.
4) He always gets a bad parking spot because of the time.
5) His wife is in a bitchy mood cause she really doesn’t want to be there.
6) One kid is whining, one is acting up, and one needs constant direction.
7) Our hero (and he is one) now starts to unload the vehicle. Examples: 10-year-old equipment, cloths for everyone, maybe a cooler, various bags, and the rest of the family is of no real help.
8) Through the parking lot the group goes headed for the next part of their adventure.
9) Now they must find a spot in a crowded lodge to keep their stuff. Sometimes Dad’s Mom or Mom In Law will come along to hold a table and orchestrate the kid’s day from this command post.
10) If they don’t have equipment it’s time to stand in line to rent. If skiing where the after life then renting gear with kids on a crowded day would be Hell.
11) Then it’s time to get lift tickets, another line.
12) Put the kids in lessons and get them there? Yet more lines and time consumed.
13) No matter the variables like lessons, rentals, ticket packages, food and drink this guy is laying out serious $ for this one day family excursion.
Just to watch this ordeal unfold is exhausting; to go throw it is beyond my comprehension. I ask myself, how in the name of God can this be fun for this guy? Why is he volunteering to put himself through this for is unappreciative family? Then it hits me and this guy becomes my hero.
Back before kids, when his wife was his girlfriend this guy was a skier and this is the only way he can come close in this stage of his life. Maybe after he takes care of the needs and wants of his family he might actually get to take a run or two for himself and briefly feel the exhilaration he once did in days gone by.
He’d like to get out more now, but his wife lives by the motto, “I work all week too, why do I have to get everything done on the weekends and take care of the kids by myself while you’re out with your friends having fun skiing, bitch, bitch, bitch, blah, blah, blah.” So Christmas Vacation Dad’s weekends revolve around doing chores around the house and transporting the kids to their activities.
Whenever I see this guy I try to help him out in some small way. Pick up something he dropped, point him in the right direction, hold the door, help him carry and rack his gear, anything I can.
Christmas Vacation Dad suffers for the sport he loves and richly deserves our respect. I salute and admire his resolve.
THANKS! I am the DAD who did (most of) what you describe. I have to leave out the part about the wife. She doesn't do outdoors and only went on one trip (to Vail) and hated it. That was fine with the kids and me. My daughter who started at age three (the baby) is now 22 and still skis with me at times and still talks about the great times she had with me and her two older brothers. I am now retired, and only get a couple of days with each of them during the season. Even though I can now ski any time I want (and I stick to mid-week for obvious reasons) I do miss those kids and all those trips we took together. We didn't bother with the rental circus. I leased all their gear annually to avoid that. We had a few simple rules: Everybody helped carry gear. Everybody watched stuff when we took plane trips. Everybody got dressed BEFORE Dad. Everybody then waited (usually outside) for Dad to get his stuff on so that he didn't dissolve in perspiration. Everybody skied down first and Dad waited ABOVE (in case of wipe-outs) and then made catch-up sprints. Oh yes, everybody took turns riding "shot-gun" and had to KEEP DAD AWAKE on those Looooooooong drives. It was great!