T’s dad has been saying that we should take the boys skiing. In particular, he’s suggesting that if D doesn’t learn to ski soon, he’ll never be "really good."
- Skiing is ridiculously expensive, even at the dinky little mid-Atlantic ski areas that have almost no slope. Between lift ticket and equipment, it gets up close to $100 a day per person. We think long and hard about spending that kind of money.
- Especially when there’s no guarantee that the boys wouldn’t try it for 5 minutes and then want to go home. D still has his training wheels on his bike, because when we take them off, he panics when he picks up any speed and puts his feet down.
- Downhill skiing is never particularly environmentally friendly, and is particularly not-so in the mid-Atlantic, where pretty much everything you ski on is man made.
- Skiing is fun. Downhill skiing is as close to flying as I’m ever likely to get without mechanical assistance.
- T’s dad is right that it’s easier to learn when you’re young, and not as discombobulated by falling down.
- D picked up skating this winter (on an indoor rink) pretty well, and many of the skills are transferable.
- I can imagine that at some point in the boys life, they will have friends who ski, and they may feel deprived/outside/something if they don’t know how. Yes, this is a huge marker of class privilege. But both T and I did learn to ski as children, and in some real way, I think we both feel slightly guilty at the idea of not passing this opportunity on to our kids. Especially since we’re probably slightly more affluent, not less, than our parents were when we were young. But — even setting aside the fact that T grew up in Michigan and could learn to ski on a local hill — I think skiing just wasn’t as crazy expensive a sport at the time.