We had perfect weather. Gorgeous sunshine, warm enough to be comfortable. It's crazy beautiful, compared to the icy night conditions in which I learned to ski. The snow wasn't great, with that icy crunchiness that makes me think of "home" ski conditions from NY, but the easy slopes were in pretty good shape for the boys.
My favorite quote of the trip, as both boys take off down the hill for the last run of the day:
Q-ster: Buster! Look at me, look at me!
Me: Buster! Look where you're going! Look where you're going!
Fortunately, everyone zipped down the hill safely.
And the we had milkshakes. Yum!