I didn’t start downhill skiing until I met my husband. And even then, I refused to go until I had health insurance. (You’re welcome, Mom.) But once I figured out what I was doing, I was hooked. Who knew I would like shooting downhill at high speeds? Okay, so maybe there aren’t that many high speeds involved but don’t even get me started on tree skiing. Love it.
And really just the entire experience of skiing…getting up early, pulling on the layers, drinking a Bloody Mary in the lodge, sitting in traffic on I70…was something that made winter enjoyable. Yes, even sitting in traffic.
Since Eli’s birth, our presence on the slopes has been minimal. At best. We just haven’t figured out how to make it work with a child who isn’t ready to ski yet. I know some families split the child care, with each parent going out for a run while the other watches the kid in the lodge but for me, a big part of the fun of being out there is skiing with my husband. And trying to keep up.
Which is just a long-winded way of saying that I miss the slopes. Sigh. Such a first-world-white-girl-Colorado-resident-problem, I know. But if wanting some sweet turns in fresh powder is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
The good news is that it looks like we might be heading up soon for our first day this season (thank you grandparents!) and I’m more than excited. To pump myself up, I made this sweet video of me in action a few winters ago. And by pump myself up, I mean remind myself that at one time I actually did know how to ski. Sorta.
Watch out Warren Miller.
And everyone else on the slopes for that matter. No seriously. I’m not sure I remember what I’m doing.
{music by The New Pornographers, footage by Brian Gumkowski}
