Last day of April

I want to maintain my 80 hour first aid certification because that's bonus in so many jobs.  I've been doing this sort of class for years.  This time it's not wilderness focused and I can have as much equipment and as much help as I want because it's based on "work-site first aid"..  There are so many different things to remember and protocols to follow. When it's real life, I know that I know what to do in an emergency situation.

I also realized it was the last day of April and I wanted to write a blog entry because Mark and I haven't been posting much lately.  I went up to the top of the hill above Nelson and took this picture of the sun setting.  Earlier today it was snowing, and the magnolia trees and cottonwood trees are coming into bloom.  I saw someone cutting their grass today.  Spring is here although it's still a little cold for Tevas.  Okay, enough of an entry.   Now I'm going to get back to studying.

Springtime muse

The valley to the west of us - South Okanagan

In the Columbia River Valley - near Canal Flats

Our backyard

High point viewing

Grand Forks from Observation Mtn

How to get comfortable around a campfire

Greenwood view from the tramway bore

View of Midway looking northeast

View of  the 49th Parallel - pointing to Canada

Boundary Creek Falls in spring runoff

Another day at Boundary Falls

The local crows up high too

A tribute to my first ski area (with a great film)

When I was in 6th grade my mom and dad provided me the experience of  learning how to ski which I will be forever grateful for.  Not being skiers themselves, they paid for me to get the privilege to ride on a yellow school (ski) bus every week for 10 weeks during the winter with a program after school called "Skiattle".  Snoqualmie Summit, the ski area where I learned to ski discovered that ski lessons, bundled with bus transportation and ski passes were the way to go and luckily for me my school district participated.  And the snow was an hour bus ride away!

There was nothing better than to get on that bus after watching the clock in typing class and head up to the snow.  One of my best memories of being a kid skiing was getting off of Dodge Chair with a girlfriend having sneaked up before one of our lessons and wondering how the heck we were going to get down.  It seemed so steep!  An 11 year old skiing with the snow just dumping and dumping, flittering against the lights but not being able to stop until finally last run was called to return the rentals and get on the bus. My dad would pick me up at 11pm in front of the school, I would be really tired, and go to sleep to dream of turning, turning turning in my sleep.

I never got to ski with the kids who skied with their parents on the weekends, but I was able to continue to take the ski bus during high school to the next progression, Alpental, which continues to be my favorite ski hill in the Seattle area.  One of those "weekend" kids, died in a collision with a tree during our 11th grade. She was a really good skier 'cause she not only skied on the weekends but also with the future gold medalist in the women's downhill in Sarajavo.  Astrid gave me a valentine in 7th grade that I still have.  I was really sad about her tragic death as was the whole class. Less than 10 years later I ski patrolled at that area for a couple years and whenever I skied by those trees in Green Valley I always gave her a little thought.  

Thankfully, I have never grown tired of skiing and skiing hasn't grown tired of me.  Thanks Mom and Dad for paying for those first ski lessons at "the Summit".  The Thunderbird Chair may not run anymore, but I will always be grateful for the nighttime powder snow, the lighted runs, the bus that took me home and Dad waiting to pick me up.  I don't ever remember it raining.

Check out this video titled, "75 Years of Skiing and Snowboarding At Snoqualmie Pass" produced by Jerry Hanley of Fall City.  I would love to make a film of the hill where I worked this past year.  Maybe if I'm lucky I can find some old footage from the locals and make a project of it.  The history is different because it's small town, but just as interesting to me.  The Granby Mining Company helped set the lift towers because they had people on their crew who liked to ski.  Or at least that was what I was told...