So. I'm back from our annual ski trip -- one year older, six pounds heavier, but at least with no bruised ass this time. I'd call that a success.
Vince captured this video of me in the wild:
Okay, so after five (five!) years of trying, this is about all I can manage. Snowplowing on the baby hill. Good lord. And I'm still freaking terrified of the chair lift. But at least there was less "whooooaa, whooooaa, helpmehelpmehelpme" as I made my way down the green runs this time. Progress.
I just wish I could master the heave-up-on-skis-after-a-fall ability. This eludes me: when I'm down, it's not...attractive. I pretty much just roll around in the snow for a while until my instructor or husband loses patience and hoists me up like a drunken barfly.
Oh well. Onward.
How were your holidays?