After 2 days of ski lessons, skiing on their own, and going down some trails that they weren’t quite ready for, the boys returned to the condo at a new level of exhaustion. Since I have been banned from skiing by my family after hearing my constant whines, muttering while digging snow out of my ears, and the complaints of the sheer pain that my body was in afterwards, I was very interested to hear all about their adventures. They recanted how Jamison tried to do his best quick turn and ended up skiing backwards down the hill, “Mom, my instructor asked if skiing backwards was a special Texas move of mine.”
Not to be outdone by backward skiing, Austin informed me about his frostbite scare. Panic filled my face as he smiled slyly and covered his toes with his hand. Apparently Austin tied his snow boots a little too tight which wouldn’t let the sweat escaped and his toes were iced over in his boots. Several concerned instructors help him pull his boots off, socks off, and his toes apart. He then politely thanked them by throwing up all over the ski village because Texas boys just aren’t accustomed to frozen toes. Now my son is in love with toe warmers. “These are the greatest thing ever. Toasty toes. Frostbite beware.” Smiling he lifted his hand, “See, Mom, all of the digits are there and that black spot is just a bruise.” I took a gulp, trying not to show fear in my eyes, and I inspected each and every toe. Thankfully, all of his toes are healthy and accounted for.
After all the excitement they had at the ski village, hearing later on the news that up to 7 feet of snow was expected became a non-event. Until we woke up the next morning and our windows were lined with gnarly 3 foot long icicles. Those monstrosities sparked a debate between the boys of would an icicle that size be able to pierce the top of the car. These impressed the boys until they looked down from our 4th floor window. “Whoas” and “gasps” escaped everyone’s mouth as the mounds and mounds of new fallen snow were viewed. It was quickly discovered that my one day of promised shopping wasn’t going to happen. John, smiling, and relieved, explained how sorry he was but that we were just “snowed in.” I reminded him that Colorado owned snow plows and that people do drive in conditions like these.
Although we travel each year to basically “play” in the snow we have never had to drive through heavy falling snow or even walk around while the snow was falling. A Texas girl needs to have her shopping and needs to have the opportunity to strut around in her snow attire. Somehow, miraculously, snow clothes hide all those wrinkles and bulges so well. Snow pants, hats, gloves, jackets, and boots were put back on after the roads were plowed and John carefully removed the layer of ice off his windshield while professing his undying love for his “snow eating Landcruiser.” These non-snow driving Texans broke free of our bondage. Cars and trucks with Colorado, New Mexico, Alaska, and even Texas plates sped passed us honking their horns and glancing back at us in aggravation. With extreme concentration John slowly and carefully crept along the road to town. A grimace showed through his newly grown beard as the boys chided him, “Dad, that kid walking and carrying his sled is beating you. This is just embarrassing.”
To my misfortune many of the stores were closed. When I asked at the few open stores why most other stores were closed I was informed, “Who shops in weather like this?” They then hurried away as they were getting ready to also close their doors. I was deflated as I stood in my snow outfit, nose pressed against the store windows looking in. Austin laughingly suggested, “Mom, you might want to get your nose off the window before it sticks.”
My family rambled along the streets of town getting splattered with muddy sloshes from passing cars, our hats weighed down by the falling snow, while stray snowballs were thrown from the boys trying to entice John into a snowball fight. We were all freezing, although Austin smugly reminded us often about how warm and toasty his toes were with his toe warmers proudly in place. We wandered into a coffee shop and ordered, “Four hot chocolates with extra whipped cream.” Staring out of the windows at the winter wonderland before us and the snow-capped mountains surrounding us, Jamison suddenly chimed in with, “Man, being ‘snowed in’ is the best.” We all silently shook our heads in agreement, unable to tear our glances away from view outside.