When Skiing is Your Easter Tradition

My daughter came home from college for Easter weekend. But it wasn’t for family brunch or church – it was to ski. Her roommates asked her, “What’s your family Easter tradition if you don’t go to church like everyone else?”

“We ski,” my daughter replied.

Since our kids were first learning to turn, we would take them to Sugarloaf or Sunday River for Easter weekend. We have skied in cold wintry blizzards and gorgeous sun with soft squishy snow. That’s spring skiing in New England for you.

There have been many Sunrise Services, where we woke before dawn and loaded a lift in the dark, to witness the sun rise over the mountains followed by the most glorious ski down the mountain before it is open. The kids have found Easter eggs and chocolate on the ski trails, worn costumes and bunny rabbit ears, had their pictures taken with Amos the Moose and Blueberry the Bear over the years. If that’s not a tradition, I don’t know what is.

So when my daughter requested coming home for Easter weekend from college to ski, we were ecstatic. Skiing together as a family and hitting those first tracks at Sunday River Sunday morning was priceless and precious. She’s a little grown up for egg hunts and photos with Eddy and Betty the Yeti, preferring lunch at the Foggy Goggle with a more adult beverage, but the mountains of memories continue to be made. I hope your family enjoyed their Easter tradition as well.