I have a love-hate relationship with skiing. I absolutely love the feeling of the snow under me, the wind in my face, the pull of gravity as I glide and twist. I successfully keep my skis parallel, which makes me feel confident and in control of speed. I’m getting older, but I’m so grateful that my hips and knees work well. But I’m scared out of my mind of losing that.
I’m also scared of going fast. I sadly remember hitting my head three years ago with a brief dazed moment. And I’ve heard that about 20 people per day need “assistance” off the mountain here. I saw a lot of them yesterday. Sometime last century, I was one of them on a Pennsylvania mountain, when I tried to snowboard first time.
I get it… lots of people want to challenge themselves to the harder slopes, the faster speeds, and get something out of it. I just don’t. I feel success from gliding slowly, breathing the chilled air, and being in nature.
To all the cautious skiers out there: I get you! Just glide at your own pace and breathe it in.
Meanwhile, I also got to take the time to enjoy some tubing with Ethan. While the girls kept skiing, we enjoyed the snow another way.
We chose Angel Fire because it is a small Family friendly ski resort. The kids had such a great time here two other times, so it is familiar and fun!
Cheerful Nomad 