After lunch I went back to watch Anna some more, but it was snowing pretty heavily, so I couldn't really take any photos. The snow would melt as soon as it hit the camera, and it was getting wet fast.
I was amazed at the tremendous improvement she'd made though. Her coach thought she'd be ready for the real lift with just a little more practice the next morning.
I'd planned to put her in lessons for half a day just so she could make it up the lift with someone who was used to taking beginners up the lift for the first time, but she flat out refused. So we stayed on the magic carpet for an hour or so, and then we decided she was ready.
Her first trip up the lift wasn't too bad. She managed to fall trying to get up to the pick-up spot, which ended up being a good thing because it slowed the lift down. And we got off without falling! I was bummed to see that even though we were on a green run, the first 50 feet or so were pretty damn steep.
It was starting to look hopeless. She was panicking and crying and refusing to go down it. She ended up attempting it and falling, but not catastrophically. Nothing like the first fall that I took on skis. But she looked about as scared as I did that day. "/ I felt horrible. I should have forced her to go to ski school again. She slowly slid to the bottom of that steep hill, and then got up. Understandably, the edges of the run had her totally freaked out. I remember thinking that same thing... "Oh my gosh! You could totally ski right off the side of this thing and die!" The first half of the run was awful. She was crying and totally losing it. So I was losing it too and threatening to put her in ski school as soon as we made it to the end of the run. She'd protest "No! No! No ski school!" Like it was torture or something. We ended up getting into a huge fight right at about the half-way point because there was a small stretch that was slightly uphill. If you were going by at a normal pace it would be no big deal, but she'd come to a complete stop. So she was going backwards every time she stood up, and she wanted me to get behind her and push her through it. This is no easy task on a snowboard, and I was exhausted from having to basically leap frog back up the mountain every time she fell/sat down and needed help getting up. I laid there on my stomach hollering at her to take off her skis and walk through it, and she was crying and hollering back. I'm sure everyone on the lift above us could hear everything. It was awesome. She finally walked through it, we got her skis back on, and then she made it the rest of the way down without hardly falling at all! So, I talked her into going back up one more time. She slid down the big hill on her butt, but did great the rest of the way down. And on the 3rd run, she made it down the big hill without sliding down on her butt! I was so proud of her! And then we did the run probably 6 or 7 more times before she was finally exhausted. By the end of the day she was going about as fast as I wanted to go. Not quite as sure footed, but a pretty good match for me. So, probably next year she'll be leaving me in the dust wanting to do blue runs. Guess she and Josh will get to do those together. No thanks.
The following day (our last full day) we stayed at the house. I took the kids out to play in the snow thinking we'd get to build a snowman, but the snow was too dry I guess. It wouldn't hold together at all. :(