I'm not sure how The Mister convinced me... I must have been experiencing a weak (maybe semi-unconscious) moment... But somehow, he did persuade me that seven-year-old triplets and a tow rope seemed like the makings of a fun Saturday afternoon.
Let me just give you a heads-up. The phrases seven-year-old triplets and tow rope should never be used in the same sentence unless you are describing some new method of parental torture. Really. I tried to persuade The Mister that Ski-Wee was the way to go--he had another, more hands-on, approach in mind.
I have to confess that I have done very little skiing in the past few (read 20+) years. I traded in my skis for a snowboard in '88 and carved down the path of no return. But even I had to admit that it would be easier to accompany a first-time skier up a tow rope if I were on skis instead of strapped to my board.
Home of the skiers--haters of snowboards...
Upon arrival, I was obligated to don a pair of rented (and intensely uncomfortable) ski boots. My comfy (old) Langs were left at our cabin. I then strapped on some rented skis. The Buddies got buckled in as well, and they hit the snow at full tilt.
Lots of hard work? It sure was.