We used to ski in Paradise meadows before the ski hill was developed.It was a private sort of heaven.My dad and a bunch of Nordic types even built a small cabin there.We didn't have any permission, we just did it.That was how things used to get done.I say "we" because my dad always had a way of making us kids feel involved in every process.
It was a long haul dragging in all the materials on sleds.They were tarped off till spring.There was a cheap-o tin stove for quick heat.
The crazy Nordic types liked to bust through the frozen lakes to swim a bit after a long ski.That never appealed to me, I was always a fan of the wood-stove and hot-chocolate apres ski.
My dads friends have usually been these super tough, tanned, out-doorsy types who don't say much.And those were the women.I was also never one for the 50k ski races.He and the Nordic types did that stuff.I mostly poodled about in the back-country enjoying myself at a more normal pace.It was fun.And I never felt uncomfortable about not being super-duper at it.Everyone was always so nice.
The cabin was where we spent Easter sometimes.We used to have to ski quite a ways to get there.Kids slept in the cabin, my dad preferred to dig out a snow drift and sleep there.Probably more peaceful.
My brother was always a better athlete than me..so the two of them used to ski up to Mt.Albert Edward and beyond.
Dad still does that.He's 78 next month.Not that age should matter..it just amazes me.After all these years my dad still amazes me.The cabin was torn down years ago when park rangers started coming around the area.
Anyhow..Angel-Blue and her Grandpa Pal spent some good time together.He is a great ski instructor.He demonstrates and encourages.He is patient and kind.He is always a lot of fun.
Maybe when she gets the hang of track skiing shecan learn to telemark with a pack on ?
We will walk.
My dad has a great way of sharing his love of the out-doors with people.
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