On my first true winter vacation experience last week in Copper Mountain and Vail CO, I decided (among many things) that there needs to be subcategories of green ski runs. I'm sure there should also be subcategories of the blues and blacks, but surprisingly I haven't experienced too many of those. Only one. And that was one too many.
In order to make my inaugural ski trip the most positive experience possible, I signed up for a private lesson on the first morning. Ski instructor and I had a great morning cruising down the bunny slopes! My kind of skiing - just cruising. No fear for my life.
|"Falls without reason" - totally me.|
Later that afternoon I found myself falling off the ski lift at the top of the mountain, only to come face to face with.................... a BLUE. Yep. A blue that really should have been classified a double black due to the death defying drop that I was staring at. After realizing I had no alternative, I started down the cliff. Started and didn't get very far. Ten feet down the blue that should have been a black, I lost both skis, a pole and every bit of confidence I had gained with ski instructor. TB and I then proceeded to get an amazing upper body workout thanks to miles of cross country skiing on catwalks, as every trail going down was a black, blue or a green that looked suspiciously like the blues and blacks. It was a one lift afternoon that included some yelling, tears, curse words and swearing that this was the worst sport in the world and I was done. D. O. N. E. Well, I couldn't actually be done until I made it off the mountain, but I would be done once I figured out how to get down.
After eventually making it off the mountain, I was then left with a delima. This was day one of four full days of skiing and we had pre-purchased lift tickets. Groan. I'm not one to waste money, but I wasn't so sure I was into the whole skiing thing. In the end, my stubborn side won over and I refused to waste 3 days of lift tickets. I did eventually master those easy green slopes, appropriately tittled Kokomo (you know, the song about taking it slow). I even got to know the ski lift workers as they wondered why I would only ski one run on the entire resort. The first winter vacation ended on a high note and I may even be willing to go on another ski vacation provided I get spa breaks and have an easy green friend along for the trip. I'd at least consider it.
|Getting fitted for ski boots. I was happy and naive.|
|Amazingly, no emergency phone was needed. Although I did seriously think about it.|