Aug 1, 2011

Mount Selwyn snowfields

I've been to the snow one other time - and that was to the Bavarian Alps in Europe. Rustic towns were knee deep in snow, and the snow was so soft and powdery, you could fall into it and be happily engulfed. The snow here is wetter, we were told before we went up.

It's also harder. There are plenty of ice crystals, even shortly after a light snowfall. I think that's probably because the sun melts the snow which then freezes over again. It's almost like looking into a bunch of Swarovski crystals melded together.

snow in Australia

Still, rougher snow or not, we managed everything on our list.

There was skiing. We signed ourselves up for two days of lessons and skiing, and signed Number Two up for an introductory half-day course for preschoolers called the Mighty Mites.  I was  a bit worried Number Two would not go off without us, so I kept prepping him that he would be going to 'ski school'. But my worries were unfounded, he happily ran off with the instructor and didn't look back. No worries, mate!

I'd say the most successful of the lot was Number One. He griped about how tough it was at the end of Day 1, but skied until the chair lifts closed on Day 2. He even did the terrain park, which is somewhat like trying to stay upright with skis on while riding a theme park's roller coaster tracks. He also raced his father and myself, and won. It reminded me about what Tiger mom, Amy Chua said in her article. You never like something until you get good at it, and to get good at it you have to preservere. Skiing is somewhat like that.

Unfortunately for some of us, there is a lot more preservering involved. I held the record for a number of things in my beginner's group - first to fall, most number of falls, consistently last to come in. Once I fell and couldn't get up, and the instructor had to come over and get me. "Are you hurt in any way?" he asked. "Only my pride," I moaned. "Ah no worries, once you ski long enough, there'll be nothing of that left," he said. Pride took some further smashing as a kid whizzed by when I fell again and asked me, "Do you need any help?" Number One asked me the same question later when I was skiing with him. (I did say I fell a lot)

I couldn't even stand still. While everyone was grouped around listening to the instructor give a brief, I was trying furiously to stop myself from sliding downhill. I even fell getting on to the chair lifts and getting off. This is me taking a photo from the chair lifts, while grappling with the skis, the gloves, and hoping I don't drop my iPhone in the process.

Mount Selwyn snowfields chair lifts

Besides skiing, there is a snow tube ride (10 rides for $38) which is good fun. It's like a giant slide and the kids (and adults) loved it.

Mount Selwyn snow tube ride

We also did some tobogganing. The problem with tobogganing is that while it's good fun whizzing down the hill in 10 seconds, you have to spend the next 5 minutes lugging the slide back up the hill again. They should invent chair lifts for toboggans.

Mount Selwyn toboggan

And we waged war with snowballs. Here Number Two preps some snowballs, as he shelters behind the fort Hubs built for him.

snow ball fight

We wandered out of Mount Selwyn snowfields to find a less crowded spot, and one with softer snow. There we built this fellow. The kids start off enthusiastic, but upon seeing how much work it really is, run off to play. We task them to find the adornments while Hubs and I do the tough part. We end up with a snowman that we are pretty proud of, although it is *ahem* not as big as we first envisioned it would be. It is in fact, shorter than Number Two.

our snowman

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