I'm not a great skiier...I only go maybe half a dozen times a year. But it's one of my favorite things to do.
My dad started me out skiing when I was about...6?...something like that. I went without poles, relying on helpful pushes from my dad when we hit some flat spots. It was great. We'd go up to Alta and ride Sunnyside for a few hours, and then head home. I love it.
Then in elementary school, we had a ski-after-school program in which we'd ride a bus up after school to Snowbird, get divided into little groups, and follow instructors in a duck line, going back and forth down Mid-Gad for the whole 2 hours. It wasn't the most exciting skiing, but it sparked my interest a bit more. Plus the bus rides were fun. I believe I accumulated my first debts on that bus, by owing my friend money for some food he gave me (hey, I was hungry). I still haven't paid him back yet...Now I never go up with my Dad because I could out-ski him with ease. But around here, there are tons of skiiers and snowboarders to go up with if you know who to talk to. And you can make some good friends in the process. I do like skiing alone sometimes, but it's also fun to race your friends down a chute and nearly kill yourself* in the process! *unless you know what you're doing, buddy.
Plus...I live in Utah. Best snow on EARTH! It's the truth.
And it's good to get up in the mountains and out of the smog of Salt Lake Valley. The mountains are beautiful. You can go up and feel like you don't have a care in the world.
Ignoring my brother and me (yes that IS grammatically correct. You wouldn't say "ignore I", would you?), see the pretty mountains? Haha. Yep. It's cool up there.And...it's a bit of an adrenaline rush. And good exercise that I probably wouldn't otherwise get :P
Final words? The meek shall inherit the earth...but the aggressive shall dominate the slopes.
Well, that's all for now. Seven posts in a day should make up for a few things. Anyway, if I don't return, avenge my death!
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