Steamboat Springs
Dirt Mom here. Every February, our good friend Ryan gets a birthday visit from his sister and brother in law, and we go on a trip to a ski area, this year, in Steamboat. Eli would naturally come. I was a little apprehensive about subjecting non-family and close friends to Eli’s nighttime crying and general babyhood (not everyone wants to be around infants, imagine that), but by trying to work our adventure into his schedule (or the other way around, I suppose), we all survived. He’s a wonderful little boy.
Steve skied Saturday while I took Eli on a Nordic skiing tour at the Steamboat Ski Touring Center. I hadn’t been cross-country skiing in 20 years, but assumed that I could easily pick it back up, and I bought a new set up this winter expecting it to be an activity that Eli and I could do together. I had Eli in his LÍLLÉbaby, which doesn’t offer much protection in the case of a fall. We found this out the hard way, because surprise, featherweight skis that don’t have edges on them can’t easily stop, and certainly can’t be controlled when going really fast downhill. When I realized I was going down, I grabbed Eli close to me and broke my fall with my shoulder, so Eli was fine.
The following day I got my money’s worth on a powder day at Steamboat with Ryan, one of our favorite skiing (and riding) buddies, while Steve and Eli spent time together.
