I Found The Mountain Magic

I am not one of those people who is comfortable doing things alone. I like company. So, yesterday when my friends decided not to ski after the first two runs, I was very close to hanging up the skis and ending my day on the slopes. However, I could hear my little Fairy Godmother chastising me for my cowardice. She also gave me quite the lecture on the positive effects of exercise for the “chubby middle aged woman“!
So I sucked it up, and got in the line heading back up to the top of the mountain. The first ride up, I sat alone. Now what on earth does one do on a ski lift when they are alone?
I thought, perhaps, I could call Hubby at home and check on him, but I couldn’t get the phone inside my helmet!
Maybe I could take a picture? Well, the wind was blowing so hard, I was worried my gloves would fly away if I removed them in order to operate the camera. I kept asking myself the question of what to do, and suddenly I found I was at the top of the mountain.
Off I skied, down, down, down. The first trail was a bit messy, but once I reached mid-mountain the conditions were fabulous! I skied like Suzy Chapstick! Shush, shush, shush! Top to bottom, without stopping once! And for those of you who are wondering, yes, I did make wonderful carved turns all the way down, unlike many teenagers who simply point their skis downhill and go, never to make a turn and are going about 90 miles an hour! Oh yes, that’s Bode Miller isn’t it?
Back on the lift, I wondered again what to do. I decided, it was better to rest up a little and catch my breath.
Once again, I went down the mountain, Shush, shush, shush!!! Wonderful! I got on the ski lift this last time up and started thinking. Maybe I need a new ski outfit? You know, something funky and bright day-glow pink?

I mean, my skiing is so hot, why not look like it? Then as I neared the top of the mountain, I was laughing out loud. I just crack myself up!
My last run was a great one. I skied down, selecting my favorite trail and not stopping once. The feeling of freedom, the wind, (50 mph gusts!) blowing across my face, and the muscles in my legs all screaming at me, but life was good.
I carried my gear to the car, called Hubby to tell him he was married to a natural born skier, and then pointed the Jeep downhill and headed home.