28 December 2008

Status Report

Went skiing with Gili and Bunnie the Younger, who had never been on skis before. She did very well, with a brief lesson and even venturing onto the Daisy lift. However, there was the obligate Epic Crash, when her speed got out of control and she plowed into a snowbank and had to be dug out. Much fun was had. Hope you all are having a nice break.


  1. Is this a picture of Bunnie?
    If so, does this mean that instead of rushing to her help, your first reaction was to zip out your camera?!! :-)

  2. I learned to ski exactly twenty years ago (wow), at the tender age of twenty-eight. My then-boyfriend Robert, a lifelong New Yorker, took me to Vermont, where even the bunny hill was an ice-covered death trap. I kept falling, and he'd say, "You have to learn how to get yourself up properly--it's part of skiing."

    Finally, I figured out how to struggle into an upright (if wobbly) position. And he came over, shoved me back onto the snow, and said, "Now get up THE WAY I SHOWED YOU."

    Expletives ensued, ending with me telling him to join his brothers on the black slopes and to never try to "teach" me again.

    But there's more! A kindly and handsome young Austrian guy in a very flattering Spyder stretch one piece had been zooming by on his way to the lodge, and when I made it to the bottom, he came up to me and offered to help me learn.

    Within an hour, I was making nice (if cautious) parallel turns and had progressed to the Bunny-plus hill. Then I accompanied my new friend to the lodge and knocked back some cider and 151 shots until my future husband returned with his brothers, having spent the last hour looking for me, thinking I'd pissed off for good.

    "She ski very, very nice!" said my new friend. "You take good care."

    Lesson One being, boyfriends and husbands who are much better at something than you are tend to be the very worst teachers.

    Lesson Two being, I should have paid more attention in German class.

  3. litbrit, sounds like the way most New Englanders probably learned.

    We've started taking our kids and our oldest, after three years of close supervision, got it last year. Tons of fun. Learning to ski in the midwest, like Vermont, is all about loving the ice.

  4. Tyro, the nice thing about learning on ice is that when you finally head west and get to ski real, honest-to-goodness powder, you look like a total pro!

    (Also, powder is much kinder to one's bones, the backside ones in particular.)


Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.