“Will we be there soon? How much longer?” The voice of the little boy was tense with excitement.
“I want to ski the black runs today. 'The Tunnel', okay? Look at all the snow!” His little ten-year-old's hand was pointing toward the summits surrounding the car.
“Go faster, Dad! Faster!” Little Bobby was getting very excited now.
“Hon, we will be there in about five minutes. Please try to be patient.” Bob's mom, Jill, was smiling at her husband, Jack, as they wound their way up the snowy, mountain road.
“Just look at all those people skiing! I hope they will leave some snow for us. This is going to be a beautiful day.”
The family parked their car and bought their ski passes. Waiting lines for the ski lifts were filled with multi-colored ski suits. From a distance, they resembled giant jelly beans all in a row. The sun was shining, reflecting brightly off of the snow, so sunglasses were a must. The air was cool, but the temperature seemed very warm. At last, the happy trio were seated and commenced their journey to the summit.
“Look how well he keeps his skis together, dad. He is almost as good as us.” Little Bob commented on most of the skiers styles, as they passed beneath them.
“Are you sure that you want to try 'The Tunnel' run, Bob? It is one of the hardest ones on the station.” Jack was smiling and winking at Jill as he spoke.
“Sure dad. I will show you. I'm not afraid, and I will race you down it. You are too old to keep up with me.” He ended his words with a little punch to the arm of his dad.
They arrived at the summit and stopped for a moment, just to drink in the view. All around them was blue sky, free of clouds. The sun was brilliant, and they could see for miles in all directions. Mountain peaks, white with snow, were reaching for the sky. They faded to a bluish-gray in the distance. Jill sighed and closed her eyes. Her mind was taking a picture to be remembered at a later date.
“Let's do this.” Jack broke their moment with nature.
“YES!” Shouted Bob.
They skied down a slope a hundred yards or so, then through a small tunnel, to arrive at 'the wall', as some called it. Before them lay a run about one hundred yards wide and about three hundred yards down. It was filled with moguls on one side. The angle was so steep that in some places you could actually touch the mountain side with your hand as you skied down. This was defiantly not for beginners.
“Catch me, dad!” And off went Bob. He looked like a little sparrow, dropping down from a tree, as he sped down the mountain side.
Jack jumped and turned to follow him, and Jill, followed as the red lantern. The descent was very steep and technical, with some of the moguls reaching six feet in height. Jack and Jill followed Bob, speeding and jumping down the slope.
Bob reached the bottom first and pulled a bottle of water from his backpack. He was drinking as his parents arrived.
“Wow! That was great.” Jack exclaimed. “You beat me fair and square little buddy. Bravo.”
“That was wonderful.” Jill managed to say, between pants. “My knees have turned to butter.”
They continued their way, down the black run, skiing along at a very fast pace, taking curves on walls of snow. They shouted and laughed as each one passed the other again and again. It was a beautiful run, lots of fun.
The day passed. All three were having a wonderful time. Sunshine, snow, wonderful runs. What more could there be to better their day? The family finally stopped at one of the restaurants on the mountainside for lunch. They sat on the terrace and ate a raclette with a tasty salad Nicoise. Jack and Jill trinked a couple of glasses of Reisling, sneaking in a few 'I love yous', over the table.
Bob, Jack, and Jill were having the time of their lives. Jill felt such a love for her husband and son. Jack was feeling proud of his son for his skiing exploits, and was looking at his wife, thanking God for such a wonderful person. What a beautiful experience this day has been. All three were enjoying it to the max.
Jill's cell phone rang. It was their thirteen-year-old daughter, Roberta.
“Mom, I'm pregnant.”
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