Ski Trip 2006

Skiing is a very fun sport. My family and I would take trips every year, and one of my first trips, was a ski trip. This particular ski trip was with my mother, her best friend, and her daughter and, of course, myself. You would think that a ski trip was going to be a blast. It was a blast, however, it wasn't a blast for me. Perhaps a blast of relief when I promised myself I'd never ski again...

My mother had purchased ski lessons for me, and that was perfect because I did know what I was doing. The ski lessons went quite well. If fact, I thought they went well enough to try something a little more adventurous. The beginners slope was getting boring for me, and I thought I try something a bit challenging. Of course, I thought I could do it.

I took the lift to the expert slope (by myself) slowly realizing the mistake I made. It is never a good thing to have thinking time before a big decision, and things just started rushing through my head. The mind is a powerful device for scarring yourself crazy. It is amazing.

I got to the top of the mountain, and I stood there thinking, as others whizzed passed me getting off the lift as if they were experts. Haha. Oh yeah, there were!
I hesitantly took off, knowing I had to get down somehow. The person running the lift wouldn't allow a person to get back on and ride back down-trust me, I tried! I descended down the first little hill and amazed myself with my, just learned, stopping abilities. That boosted my spirits.

I took off down the next little hill, again, amazed and delighted. I knew there wasn't another hill after that and it went straight down-No hills, no sides, nothing! I took a deep breath and went for it. It wasn't so bad, I had a nice steady pace, then as fast as I could say "O Crap," I quickly flew past people. I tried to stop-not working. I zoomed passed a guy, inches from crashing into him. I started to panic, which isn't a good thing to do. I screamed, zooming passed people. I tried to fall. If you have ever tried to fall in skis, it is hard. It is very hard to do, unless you turn to the side, and I wasn't about to do that at the speed I was going. I just wanted to fall on my butt. It didn't work. I whizzed by a few more people, quickly gaining speed. I saw ahead of me a little tree patch and thought I would take a try for that. The only problem was that it was on the side of the mountain. If I missed it, I would be gone-off the mountain. Still screaming at the top of my lungs, I went for it and crashed into the tree, swinging around the tree, dangling over the edge, like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible.

The ski resort people must have seen me and about 4 of them rushed to my safety. As I dangled over the edge, I lost my skis. Two of the guys hoisted me up as I quivered with fear. I was taken down to my parents whom were wondering were I was and they were told the story. They purchased some hot chocolate for me, and I didn't ski for the remainder of my stay. I promised myself I would never ski again.

Twelve years later, yesterday (12/19/06), I went skiing with my girlfriend and I can inform you that nothing bad happen. In fact, I was able to remember some things and was skiing like a pro in no time. Only this time, the pro didn't go to the pro section. Stay tuned for pictures of my recent ski trip!