Three little kids, two parents, and mounds and pounds of gear. Looking back, I don’t know how we managed all of those ski trips. Invariably, we didn’t make it to ski school without losing something on the way — a mitten, goggles, lip balm…
And that was before the days when most kids’ ski schools had an on-site shop for just those inevitable happenings. Once, we didn’t discover we’d left my youngest daughter’s ski parka at home in Connecticut until we arrived in Colorado. (It was unseasonably warm when we left and luckily, there was a big outlet mall on the way to the slopes.)…