Being the daughter of a French Ski Instructor sure has its benefits... too bad Océanne doesn't remember spending her first winter living in the Alps in Courchevel! The day after Thanksgiving, we woke up before the sun rose to hit the slopes in Tahoe. We borrowed some tiny skis and boots (even the smallest are way to big for O's feet), and O was all smiles during her first private lesson from daddy. Besides, a toddler on skis is just for fun really! Saturday wasn't quite as snow bunny friendly weather-wise, so we hung out around Squaw while Ben skied... it was windy, gray and cold, with TONS of snow for the beginning of what looks to be a nice ski season in California... It was a great mini-vacation complete with seeing good friends in Truckee too.
Hot Chocolate!
