I love skiing with my mom, we're about the same skill level and it's always a good time talking on the lift, racing down, or just whatever. I love spending time with my mom, and she loves skiing, so it's such a blast to hang out every now and then. So I let her pick all the runs, it's a good time no matter where we go. She told me that next year she'd take me out west to ski, I'm so fucking pumped already. My dad skied a few days a few years ago, but he fell and broke his collar bone at age 49, so he didn't really heal all that well and now he just doesn't want to hurt himself again. He's happy to drive me to and fro the hill though.
I love my parents.