‘Tis The Season

Chilled, ice shavings, swirling. . .

No, I’m not talking about making a drink, but about ice skating. Hat-topped people bundled in scarves and gloves, twirling and gliding, slipping and tumbling against a backdrop of pine trees and snowy hills is a magnificent scene to imagine. It is often portrayed in movies, books, or those miniature winter scenery figurines. It’s one of those scenes, though usually snowy and cold, that gives a person the warm fuzzies.

I have no great memories of ice skating on a pond or a local lake growing up, nor did I ever own a pair of ice skates. My only encounter with ice skating was when I was about eight years old and stayed with cousins in Kansas City. We all went to Crown Center where they had an outdoor rink. I remember there being a lot of people, most of them much bigger than myself, and my cousins leaving me in the middle of the rink amid the chaos of holiday skaters and atop the giant penguin painted under the ice. As an eight year old, this was very traumatizing. (Thanks a lot, cousins. You know who you are.) Somehow, I did make it back to safety.

Despite all of the above, my idyllic visions of ice skating were never stolen from me. Wanting to feel my nose and cheeks turning red from frosty air and light snowflakes while having enough skills to stay upright and have at least some movement over the ice. Passing other skaters while laughter and conversation filled the air. And somewhere nearby there would be a statuesque snowman decked out in winter attire.

It wasn’t until a few years ago, after having lived in California for a few years (of all places), that I found an outlet for my ice skating fantasy. Granted, no snowman, no snowy hills or pine trees, and no red-nosed skaters. Instead a backdrop of the beach, ocean, and palm trees set the scene for ice skating.

The rink is to the right.

Hotel del Coronado constructs an outdoor ice skating rink every year for the holidays, starting at Thanksgiving and going through New Years. There are skate times during the day, with a close and clear view of the ocean, as well as nighttime skating. I’ve been to both, and both are spectacular, but I think I prefer the nighttime. The ocean doesn’t show up in photos, but the Christmas lights are all aglow and there’s a different and more special feeling to it.

          I conquered the ice! Bwhahaha!                  A snippet of the lobby of the hotel.

The hotel is gorgeous and their decorations are incredible. Holiday music floats above the slash of skates on ice. Some people are fluent on the ice, others stumble, but everyone enjoys feeling giddy and young again, as only an activity like ice skating can do.

I haven’t found anyone willing to go with me yet this year, but hope to make it back again. To conquer the ice once more.

And yes, all without falling.

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7 thoughts on “‘Tis The Season

  1. I go every year when we do our Christmas 3 weeks before Christmas day, mainly for the benefit of my niece who loves it, but I’m pretty handy on the ice too. It’s popular hear every year now with outdoor rinks popping up everywhere, we go to the grounds of a country manor house near where my sister lives so has an amazing back drop.

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  2. Other than one Christmas spent in Tennessee, all the rest have been in Pennsylvania. Always fascinated with images and stories of how it is celebrated where cold and ice are far removed. Then again, with the recent climate changes some of our Dec. 25th’s are as warm as they are in CA. Can’t skate worth a lick…but if I was at that Hotel I’d give it another shot. Happy Holidays to all!

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    • Being from Kansas, where it’s usually cold with snow, to living in Calofornia, the winters/Christmases couldn’t be more different. I prefer snowmen to sandmen, a jolly red-suited Santa to a board-shorts wearing, surfing Santa, and a full, wide tree with lights to a skinny palm tree with lights. But that’s just me. Happy Holidays to you too!

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