Wonderful Whistler

Unusually for Miss Glis (but luckily for us), she has been keeping us updated with photos of her skiing holiday. As they scattered Fiona’s ashes on Tuesday, now that’s over, they are getting on with the enjoying the rest of their time in Whistler. The weather looks to be amazing with sunshine and bluebird skies so they seem to be getting in a lot of skiing and “Apres” which will all help with the grieving process. And yesterday, they went exploring an impressive crevasse on the glacier. No doubt it helps to have a ski instructor as your mountain guide!

 

How did that happen?

Serre Chevalier 1986

When it all began

Watching our daughter ski down really challenging slopes in a stylish and highly proficient manner during our holiday in Whistler, left me breathless.  Just when did that little girl who used to snow plough between my legs in her sweet, one piece suits suddenly blossom into a qualified ski instructor?

I can intellectualise the reasons, not least because we spent a not inconsiderable sum on lessons when she was younger, but, as with so many outcomes of training and education, the impact is still impressive.  And I can feel happy that I made my own small contribution to her achievements!

Whistler 2014 - Happy 20th Birthday, Nerea

So take Blue Line then Zig-Zag and mind the moguls

Although the old order is definitely changing (as it does and should), I was still entertained when Nerea, needing to leave the ski slopes before her aged parents, felt it necessary to provide detailed instructions on how to find our way off the mountain. That we’ve been navigating our way round ski resorts since before she was born had clearly escaped her notice. It was a charming but salient reminder that our child is now an adult.  I’m just so proud that our beautiful daughter, despite leading her own life, cared enough to want to make sure we were OK

Blue Line

It's like riding a bicycle.....

It was reassuring but still something of a surprise that seconds after strapping the planks onto my feet, I’d remembered how to ski.  I suppose it’s like riding a bicycle; you never forget! But, as it’s been five years since we were last on snow, I had some doubts.  I’ll never be an elegant or fast skier like Nerea, as I suspect one should learn as a child, as she did. I may have once blasted down those steep, snowy bowls but now I'm happy to merely watch others.  But, I still enjoy what I do and that’s what matters!