Waking up to total whiteness after several glorious weeks of sunshine and foliage colors ranging from pale yellow to the deepest reds was not what I was dreaming about last night. But there is was - a blanket of snow over everything and it is still October. Now some will be sharpening their skis and hiking up the mountain for that first run but I will not be with them. Don't get me wrong, skiing is still wonderful fun on the perfect day, especially with my Colorado daughter and son-in-law. Then I turn into a maniacal downhill racer thinking I can still outrun the younger generation.
Three or four years ago after a 12 year hiatus from skiing but with the encouragement of the kids, I sallied forth from the top of the chairlift at Beaver Creek on my rent-for-a-day skis. My confidence grew over the first few hundred yards of flat terrain. Turn right - turn left - feeling good - can still do this --- catch edge - collide head on with small child under the tutelage of his instructor - all parties flattened.
No one was hurt but the ego was severely damaged. In my 23 year career as a ski instructor nothing infuriated me as much as a full grown person mowing down one of my students. Aagh! The young ones were mightily amused and to this day warn me of small children with teachers ahead.
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