For all of you Snow-Bunnies and Snow-Bums...
Some friends asked me to go skiing with them...but...I told them, "Thanks, but this “snow-chicken” is afraid of skiing…the one and only time I went skiing was my senior year in high school – you may get a chuckle out of this one, you little ski-bunnies and ski-bums…
Senior Year...it was 1982...(yeah, I am old, okay?!) :) Here's the story:
We weren’t told that a lesson wasn’t included, so I had only brought money for dinner…so the ski instructor (Thor, the hot Ski-Stud) took pity on me and gave me a “quickie” lesson, which consisted of “how to stop and start – snowplowing…” So, I “practiced” on the “baby bunny hill” by the lodge for about an hour and then saw what looked like a “short” hill – wow, I can handle that! Woo hoo! Here we go!
So, I got on the lift, all confident, but when I got to the top, instead of jumping off like you are supposed to, I pretty much “fell” off and fell over, twisting my skis…alas, now there are more skiers (including classmates who now could see the idiot at the top) coming toward me at the top of the lift, wanting to jump off and be on there way, but NO – there was an amateur at the top blocking the way…so, as I attempted to untwist my legs and ski’s, people are jumping over top of me…I was able to scoot out of the way and finally got untangled (thanks to a helpful classmate) and started to make my way, attempting to use my “new skills” I had just learned from Thor, the hot Ski Instructor…
I began to ski down a slight hill with a bend ahead. I was thinking, “Cool, this should be easy – the hill is around the corner and it didn’t look too tough.” WRONG!! I skied around the curve, only to find another small hill with yet another curve…so I thought, “Cool, the hill is coming up…” WRONG AGAIN!! Another bend…so, after one more, I finally see the hill…it looks a lot BIGGER from the top!! As people are shushing by me at professional speed, I think, “Okay, you can do this!” Then I see the chair lift at the bottom on the left and a tow rope on the right, with about a “2-car garage” sized opening in between. I took my first step. Oops! The stupid ski fell off. After about 10 minutes of trying to get the darn thing back on, a classmate helped and I was ready – or, so I thought!
I began to slide…then started to pick up a little speed…oh, no! I tried to snowplow and stop like Thor had told me…but it didn’t work! I tried to turn to move away from the chair lift – but that wasn’t working…my life was flashing before my eyes! I was a dead duck! So, prayed, closed my eyes and turned my feet to the right…nearly missing the people waiting to get on the chair lift! Phew!!! I was safe!
Never left the bunny hill after that…never went back…heh...
Enjoy your winter!