After a delightful breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, muffins, and freshly squeezed orange juice, Luke and I were ready for a day of skiing. Typically, whenever my family skies, we enjoy either going to Breton Woods, or Loon, both of which are in New Hampshire. Today, however, we decided to go to Waterville Valley, which is only a 15-minute car ride from were we stay. At roughly 9:30, Luke and I were on the chairlift, excited about the amazing ski conditions (5 degrees F, 3.5 mph wind, and snowing). After three great runs down the mountain, Luke’s toes were extremely cold, and we had to go into the lodge at the base of the mountain. We enjoyed the warmth for 15 minutes, put back on all of our snow gear, and went back outside. When we halfway done with our first run, Luke and I noticed a path into the woods. Being adventuresome, we decided to test the trail in the woods that was unmarked, with 10 inches of knee-deep pouter. Luke led the way and began to navigate the difficult terrain. I followed close behind him and was enjoying ever moment of this new trail, when I took a wrong turn. I was in a groove; it was as if the skies were directly connected to my brain as I made 90-degree turns, without any hesitation. Everything was going my way; I felt like I could do anything I wanted to, and at the time, deciding what turn to take at a fork was not important. I whish I had been a little less cocky because if I had not turned right, the logical thing to do, I would have saved myself a lot of pain.
Luke was no longer in sight, but what did I care, I was doing some of the best skiing of my life. Turn after turn, perfect, jump after jump, perfect, I was on top of the world. At the time, I was in the middle of a straightaway, and was cruising at 30 miles per hour (only half kidding). Suddenly, I was forced to make a decision, roughly 30 yards ahead I could either turn right or left. Luke and I were skiing on the right side of the mountain, and generally, it was a good idea to turn left, in an effort to make it back to the middle of the mountain. For some reason, I decided to turn right and I was immediately met with one of the most difficult challenges of my life. Suddenly, there were trees everywhere; I couldn’t seem to find the trail, and I began to panic. I tried to stop, but it was to late; my skies got separated, and I went right into a tree. After recovering from my crash, it took my 30 minutes to get back on the trail and the ski to the bottom of the mountain.
I will be posting another skiing update tomorrow!