Mace and I went backcountry skiing with my dad last Saturday. It is a little stressful trying to go skiing with little Mace. You want to avoid even the most remote chance of an avalanche, so you have to scratch most places off your list. You want to avoid trees and rocks too. You want to be able to make it to the car quickly, so no tours where you have to hike out. And, of course, you want to make sure that your little dude is warm enough. Do you think Mace was dressed warm enough?
Does this remind you of anyone? Gorge perhaps?

Or, maybe the kid on "A Christmas Story"

Mace rode on my back. My dad carried all the essentials.
It was a beautiful day. We went up Grizzly Gulch by Alta.
Mace was a real champ. He slept for about an hour, and seemed really happy for the rest.
I couldn't actually see Mace the entire time; so when we weren't around my dad, I got out the camera and took videos of him to see if he would smile. If I saw a smile, I figured we were good to go for another 5 minutes or so.
When the clouds broke, you could see the most amazing blue sky
My dad
Mace liked to get a reaction out of me when he would kick my bum with his Lightning McQueen boots.
Then, as we neared 10,000ft, tragedy:
The binding on my skis snapped without warning. I was terrified for a few minutes as I thought about how long it would take to hike back down. It wasn't that we were that far away, it was that you sunk to your knee in the soft snow when you weren't on your skis. All of the sudden we were a couple hours away from the car instead of 15 minutes. Turns out, I was able to ski down alright as long as I kept in a left turning tele-stance.
We made it down in about 30 minutes. Even with the broken binding limiting the skiing, it was still awesome.
Mace and my dad back at the parking lot.

