Learning to Ski

I learned to ski during my college years in Vermont, as part of the P.E. requirement to graduate. It was January 1974, and the temperatures hovered around two degrees. Despite the cold, or maybe because of it, the snow base was only fifteen inches. On top of the snow was ice, and underneath was rock.

I did pass my ski course. But by then, I hated skiing. I didn’t ski again until after I was married. I married a skier, who took me to the powder snow of the Rockies. Skiing on packed powder is much easier than on ice.

But it’s still cold, unless one waits until March. I much prefer spring skiing. For more on my skiing experience, see here.

Are you a skier?