Got re-upped by the family from Columbia even though I don't speak a lick of Spanish. Their 3 y/o daughter Francesca apparently dug my gavacho loco persona. She came out again at 8:30 for an hour of smiles and slick snow. Made a few huluhoop infused Big Easy laps and a few solo spins on the Magic Carpet. Morning AM lesson was with two boys whose parents claime that they could shred blue runs, yet the boys hadn't been skiing in 2 years. We spent the first hour-and-a-half regaining their ski legs on The Big Easy along with some slalom laps on the Magic Carpet before ending with a "Village Run" jaunt (they more or less straightlined it). Afternoon PM was with a brother/sister combo. Again we were relegated to the Big Easy and The Magic Carpet. Brother was a strong Level 3, while sister was an average Level 2. Figured out that my toes really get beat on low level lessons where I'm walking and wedging most of the time.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
