Powder!

It has been snowing non-stop since we got here in Mammoth. Don’t think that we have ever seen Mammoth with so much snow ever since we first came here in 2015. Don’t blame it on Mammoth, I would say it is more because we come here usually earlier in the season and spend Thanksgiving right after the first snowfall and the “snow dump” doesn’t usually happen until later in the season. 

I have been extremely stoked and it is just so exciting to actually go tubing, (disc) sledding, snowball fighting and skiing/snowboarding with kids on powdery snow. I wanted to show them what the “real” snow is like, not the man-made, artificial groomed, icy runs they have played with and skied on over the years (except for Valle Nevado in Chile but they probably have no recollection of it at all since they were too little). 

“Mom, can I go with you tomorrow morning? Can you wake me up at 7am?” Ninja asked me last night. “Of course!” I was ecstatic. Finally I get a ski/snowboard buddy. I know that Papi wouldn’t want to wake up that early to catch the first lift up to the mountain for the fresh powder and I didn't even bother to ask.  

“I don’t want to go in the morning and I just want to sleep in.” A said. Not surprise as she totally takes after her dad in this aspect – sun and beach are more of her things. 

So we (Ninja and I) did. All ready by 8:15am and walked up to the lift by 8:30am. 

After the first run down the mountain, Ninja exclaimed, “Wow, Mom, this is so powdery and amazing. So silent and quiet!” I was rejoiced when he discovered the difference. So nice that I was able to show him what I had experienced growing up and how I love about being in the cold, crispy, fresh, powdery snow. 

Perhaps this is what being parents is about - passing down what we have known, experienced to our kids through stories, anecdotes, and things we do together, and these are the moments and memories they will remember us by when we are gone.