When you haven't skied in 12 years you wonder how you'll do before you get out on the slope the first time. I can happily say I did quite well - as long as the slopes were wide. For me to enjoy myself and to be able to turn easily I needed wide slopes and there were plenty.
On ocassion William and the others would entice me to go to a different slope and in order to move from one slope to another you had to follow a "trail". Found out I hate trails. they are about 10-15 feet wide and some are very steep; well, steep for me. I'd get going so fast on some I'd slimply dive to stop. Imagine driving around a mountain and you can understand my fright when I come to a sharp turn. Came way too close to the edge way too many times. Thereafter I tried to stay off the trails.
On my last day of skiing I skied some on my own. On my very last run I took the wrong turn going to the lift as was stuck going down a Red slope; second most difficult next to the Blacks. And once you've started down ain't no turning back. Well, I managed about a quarter of the slope when I fell hard on the ice. Yes, ice! The sun had been shining most of the day and I don't think too many people had gone downt his slope and it was really slippery and hard. Well, to my chagrin I managed to slide down about another half on my but and skies; and I was happy to do it just that way. Once I got to a point where I thought I could ski the remainder I picked myself up and skied the rest of the way down the hill. And man was it fast but I was able to manage not to fall and ski safely to the lift.
Alive and well after four days at the slopes.
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