Ski Day Luck
Our local ski hill Bridger Bowl got a whole bunch of fresh snow this week. That turned out to be a very lucky coincidence because this week was also 5th grade ski day. Once a year, as part of the PE curriculum at the school, 5th graders get to travel to the slopes for a day of lessons and ski fun. Many of my students are very good skiers or snowboarders already, so they were thrilled about the two feet of powder.
Then there is me. I didn't learn to ski until I was old. I don't care much for going fast, and I have to be able to see my skis. When skiing in two feet of fresh powder, one can't see their skis all the time. I am pretty good at doing pizza, though, so I figured I'd be okay. My whole family skis very well, thanks to my husband, and has nice equipment for me to borrow. They ski whenever they can, but for me, 5th grade ski day is usually it.
And usually on 5th grade ski day, I have several students who are beginners themselves, having just moved to Montana from Texas or somewhere else warm. Once their lessons are over, they happily seek me out as the adult ski buddy. Not this year. Lessons ended, lunch ended, and I was suddenly alone in the lodge. I looked around for a few minutes, seeing if anyone was left. No one.
I had a decision to make. No one was asking me to ski with them. Snow was still falling in beautiful, fat, flakes. The temperature was perfect. Hundreds of skiers were right outside the glass having a blast. Sure, I should justify my daughter's efforts to get her skis to me to borrow for the day, and my husbands efforts in adjusting the bindings to my skill level, but maybe they would never find out. Really, no one should ever ski alone anyway, right? Always ski with a buddy. Well, maybe that's not so important on green circles.
I looked out the window. I love the mountains of Montana, and the snow in winter. I love the trees covered with icy frosting. I love that we have such a great ski hill right next to town for everyone to enjoy. Not to mention the luck of the powder. So, I sat down and clipped on my boots.
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