Intelligent people at least take a class before strapping on the skis. HA! It's much more interesting for everybody concerned to dismiss such time-sinks. Just go out there and ....
"Dad's method: point skis downhill and push off." " Sounds simple. What more do I need to know?" I personally have never been anywhere near a ski, but even I know there is a bit more to it. Ha ha ha. "It wasn't until I moved to Truckee that I learned people actually die on ski hills." Yeeps. Sometimes it is better not to know in advance
Indeed, reading about the body count was troubling enough, but then the young woman who took my place with the literacy program skied into one of the huge poles that hold up the ski lifts. How in the hell does THAT happen? But it does. And of course, when I cautioned my daughter about horse riding with "does the name Christopher Reeve mean anything to you," she countered with "does the name Sonny Bono mean anything to you?" These days, I just lie in bed, shaking with the nightmares that life has brought me. I've vowed this year to not read much news anymore. That's how most of them are fed.
Im 75 and gave up skiing ar age 55. I loved speed and would take the fastest way down even black diamond runs. I could go a whole season without falling. But by age 50 I finally started paying attention to how many are carried off the slopes by the ski patrol. Never having had s broken bone and not wanting one I slowed down, and after getting through another 5 years without injuries i quit completely. Now at 75 I still have never had to have a cast on and hope to die without one. I still ride a bicycle, but gave up off road trails and stick to streets or paved trails.
You sound like my Dad, screaming down Thanes Canyon in Park City through the willows and whatever. There truly is bliss in ignorance. As for having a cast on my leg, that turned out to be my badge of courage oddly enough and it amazed me how many people signed it.
Scary! I'm clumsy and have no spatial awareness whatsoever, so I think you were very brave to try something that was totally new to you. Happy New Year, dear Sue!
Thank you, Sweetie, and Happy New Year to you too. I guess we all have our level of courage somewhere. And it changes throughout our lives. At 75, I've become rather frightened of the world. I hope you will find courage and hope in 2025.
As a 30 years+ ski instructor, I know its never too late to take a ski lesson!
LOL! Yes, it does seem to help. 😏
"Dad's method: point skis downhill and push off." " Sounds simple. What more do I need to know?" I personally have never been anywhere near a ski, but even I know there is a bit more to it. Ha ha ha. "It wasn't until I moved to Truckee that I learned people actually die on ski hills." Yeeps. Sometimes it is better not to know in advance
Indeed, reading about the body count was troubling enough, but then the young woman who took my place with the literacy program skied into one of the huge poles that hold up the ski lifts. How in the hell does THAT happen? But it does. And of course, when I cautioned my daughter about horse riding with "does the name Christopher Reeve mean anything to you," she countered with "does the name Sonny Bono mean anything to you?" These days, I just lie in bed, shaking with the nightmares that life has brought me. I've vowed this year to not read much news anymore. That's how most of them are fed.
Good plan. Works for me. And less medication required
Im 75 and gave up skiing ar age 55. I loved speed and would take the fastest way down even black diamond runs. I could go a whole season without falling. But by age 50 I finally started paying attention to how many are carried off the slopes by the ski patrol. Never having had s broken bone and not wanting one I slowed down, and after getting through another 5 years without injuries i quit completely. Now at 75 I still have never had to have a cast on and hope to die without one. I still ride a bicycle, but gave up off road trails and stick to streets or paved trails.
You sound like my Dad, screaming down Thanes Canyon in Park City through the willows and whatever. There truly is bliss in ignorance. As for having a cast on my leg, that turned out to be my badge of courage oddly enough and it amazed me how many people signed it.
Scary! I'm clumsy and have no spatial awareness whatsoever, so I think you were very brave to try something that was totally new to you. Happy New Year, dear Sue!
Thank you, Sweetie, and Happy New Year to you too. I guess we all have our level of courage somewhere. And it changes throughout our lives. At 75, I've become rather frightened of the world. I hope you will find courage and hope in 2025.