The Northeast Bloggers Network is hosting a blog everyday in August challenge, and each day this month there’s a different prompt. Today’s is “beat the heat and share a snow related memory!”. Well, I have so many snow-related memories that I don’t even know where to start. But the only thing that really comes to mind at the moment is skiing. So, I’m literally going to start at the beginning: learning to ski.
I’ve been skiing since I could walk. My dad and my grandfather are hard-core skiers. They’re both racing coaches and I’ve followed in their lead as I’ve gotten older. As I understand it, around the same time I was able to walk unassisted around the house, my dad and grandfather went straight to the ski place and bought me a neon pink and green pair of baby skis. My mom–a non-skiier–objected quite a bit. The next thing they did was shovel snow from the back yard to make a slope that started at the roof of our garage and ended on a bush next to it. So, I’ve been backcountry skiing from day one, folks.
From there, my grandfather started bring me to our local ski hill and had me ride up the bunny hill rope tow. I hated it. I hated it so much that I took the next few years off from skiing and it looked like me and the mountains weren’t meant to be. Lo and behold, I enter grammar school and learn that there’s a once-a-week ski program that you can join. This immediately sparked my interest as I remembered trying when I was really little and also had heard my dad tell countless stories about the magic of the slopes, so, I asked my parents if I could sign up.
Until that point, I don’t think I’d ever seen my dad so excited about something. Finally–one of his kids wanted to take up his passion for themselves. He signed up to be a chaperone, and for six weeks we got to ski together. It was awesome. It was nothing like the miserable experience I had had when I was a baby, instead I found something I have loved ever since. Skiing isn’t just getting from point a to point b on a mountain, it really is a way of life. It’s a different experience each and every time you go, but at the same time always familiar. There’s something about moving so fast but still being in control that is completely thrilling. I love it.