My young children are adrenaline junkies. At least that is the conclusion I’ve come to based upon their addiction to Park City Mountain Resort’s Alpine Coaster.
Or maybe they’re all about scaring the bejeebers out of their mom.
After a full day of skiing, we took two runs down the Alpine Coaster. For my kids, “brake” is a bad word and we are expected to go full-throttle.
For the first run, 6-year-old Hadley went with my husband while my son and I followed. When we reached the bottom, I found my jubilant but disappointed daughter who said they had caught up to the people in front who were riding the brake the whole way.
Gasp! Not the dreaded “b” word!
For our second run, I promised my daughter we’d follow my speedy husband. I even interrogated the parents in front of them to see if we needed to give them a head start at the base. They, too had adrenaline-addicted children and assured us it wouldn’t be a problem.
The problem was the car in front of them that came to a literal standstill on the tracks, causing a potentially disastrous and dangerous situation. The parents in front of us took charge.
“HURRY UP, DON’T STOP!”
The perpetrator was riding with his 7-year-old son and shouted back, “Hey, I’ve got a kid on-board.”
He then turned around to discover he’d caused a traffic jam that consisted of much younger kids and so he sheepishly kicked his car into gear.
Lesson learned: There is a special place in this world for the brake-riders of this world.
And it ain’t in front of us.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 