So sorry for my 2 week absence… Seems like the snow just won’t let me sit in front of my laptop long enough. If ever there was an ideal home for a Snowbird, this is it. I’ve been skiing (a lot), snowshoeing (a little) and finding other ways to play with the fluffy white stuff to my heart’s content. What when there are only 13 weeks left in the ski season is a girl to do but spend whatever time she can swooshing around in the snow? Swooshing, that is, or tumbling stumbling fumbling in it. Which is why I have a lesson today. I took a group lesson on Saturday, but today’s lesson is different. This lesson will be a private lesson with Bob, the Ski and Snowboard School Director, who was going to take me out on my birthday if I hadn’t been so darned sick. At last I redeem my rain check.
And today is almost as beautiful a day as it was on my birthday–sunny, a comfortable 34 degrees, and 4 fresh inches of powder on the ground. Bob will show me how to swish through the powder, carve on the groomed trails and BAM BAM BAM down the bump runs. Which is a good thing, because I am not good with bumps. Bumps scare me. Especially when I accidentally end up at the top of a steep, long bump run, freezing me with fear, just looking at it. Then when I take a few turns down the run, my ski gets caught on the other one and I SLAM down onto the ground, slide down a few bumps on my rump, then finally stop with a horrible twisty pain in my shoulder (this happened on Sunday). I have given my shoulder a few days to rest, and now nothing will keep me from learning how to navigate and conquer those bumps. NOTHING. Over half the slopes here are black-diamond-never-groomed-always-moguls and all my peers scan ski them, while I have to take the easier routes to certain areas and it takes me twice as long and I’ve had enough of that! I want to keep up with everyone else. So wish me luck.
