We took Keyton skiing!!!!
Grandpa Hansen's funeral was a crappy reason to be in Oregon, but early snow offered us the silver lining to take Keyton skiing for the first time. Keyton was pretty excited, especially about the goggles.
Who was more excited, Keyton or Grandpa Scott? It's hard to say.
Mt. Hood, good to see you again.
Oh man, he can carry his own skis! My son is an athlete.
Before we all even had our boots on--a painful process for all but more painful for some--Gpa Scott and Keyton were off.
Do you think they're talking about their feelings?
To avoid whine-when-my-parents-are-around syndrome, we all took off and let Professional Ski Instructor of America Natalie give the first lesson.
We rejoined them later for a run down the big hill--well at least the biggest hill Timberline has to offer.
The fresh snow was fun, but perhaps a bit of a handicap when you only weigh 35 lbs and have an edgie-wedgie on your skis.
Everyone wants a picture!!
Lunch, one more quick run, and we all left happy campers.