Arriving in Ludlow, with a slightly altered itinerary due to an on the ball host dad, we still anticipated a ski fulled weekend. Exhausted from the previous nights events, we had an early night in the condo, which was sitting at 20 Degrees Fahrenheit on arrival.
We woke up and began the dressing process, tights, warm long socks and ski pants, a shirt, a thermal shirt, and a thick ski jacket and scarf, helmet, goggles and gloves. We drove to the bottom to find our way, meet up with our ski instructor and get our passes, being newbies, putting on and tightening our boots I felt like an incompetent fool, laughing at ourselves hysterically as we wobbled and duck walked our way across the ice and snow. So much for smooth and sexy skiers. Legs already cramping we met up with Bob, who to my disappointment was not a 25 year old, blonde haired blue eyed, tanned, muscular snowboarding pro who would guide me in his arms as we ski'd down isolated slopes and into the sunset together........ We had a group of 5, and started in the bunny slopes, feeling the motion, understanding the leaning and the turning, we all did exceptionally well for first timers if I may say so myself. We went up the magic carpet, and down the powdery snow for the next 45 minutes, all managing to grasp the concept! Dan was a late bloomer, but boy did she bloom !
We had a lunch break with coffee and noodles and came back for our second session. With a little more confidence, we were strapping and tightening like we'd totes done this before ! Bob took us for one last bunny slope and told us we were ready for the lift. Ohhh.. big step. Going up for the first time is daunting, you have to wait for these steel bars to vigorously swing around the rotation, slide to the black line, then turn around and the next steel chair is there, it swings back then scoops you up, gravity pulling you and then ripping you upwards, woah rush! Not to mention the jump off, where you place your ski's on the edge and wait for the precise moment to stand up and find gravity under your feet again, and with speed down a small embankment. On the second lift process, I followed the procedures, turned around to find my seat and some fella had already taken it, the chair comes so quickly, and state of panic I ended up on his lap. My life flashing before me as I vision myself plummeting from the lifts into the snow, splattered, I held that gentleman like he was the last piece of fresh bread, he could clearly feel my desperation and was holding me in places that only dawned on me once the lift had been stopped and I was safe again. Apparently the ski lift thing was like traffic, and traffic when everyone is in a rush to get to work, its dangerous! Nevertheless I ended up skiing down twice, Dan more bravely a third time, we went slowly and cautiously in a group, intermittently, always together. It's such a great feeling when you gain some speed and you feel yourself zigzagging in a consistent motion, a great sense of achievement, and such a rush! A must try sport if you have the means. We were knighted at level 3 skiers by the end of the day, not too shabby.
We woke up and began the dressing process, tights, warm long socks and ski pants, a shirt, a thermal shirt, and a thick ski jacket and scarf, helmet, goggles and gloves. We drove to the bottom to find our way, meet up with our ski instructor and get our passes, being newbies, putting on and tightening our boots I felt like an incompetent fool, laughing at ourselves hysterically as we wobbled and duck walked our way across the ice and snow. So much for smooth and sexy skiers. Legs already cramping we met up with Bob, who to my disappointment was not a 25 year old, blonde haired blue eyed, tanned, muscular snowboarding pro who would guide me in his arms as we ski'd down isolated slopes and into the sunset together........ We had a group of 5, and started in the bunny slopes, feeling the motion, understanding the leaning and the turning, we all did exceptionally well for first timers if I may say so myself. We went up the magic carpet, and down the powdery snow for the next 45 minutes, all managing to grasp the concept! Dan was a late bloomer, but boy did she bloom !
We had a lunch break with coffee and noodles and came back for our second session. With a little more confidence, we were strapping and tightening like we'd totes done this before ! Bob took us for one last bunny slope and told us we were ready for the lift. Ohhh.. big step. Going up for the first time is daunting, you have to wait for these steel bars to vigorously swing around the rotation, slide to the black line, then turn around and the next steel chair is there, it swings back then scoops you up, gravity pulling you and then ripping you upwards, woah rush! Not to mention the jump off, where you place your ski's on the edge and wait for the precise moment to stand up and find gravity under your feet again, and with speed down a small embankment. On the second lift process, I followed the procedures, turned around to find my seat and some fella had already taken it, the chair comes so quickly, and state of panic I ended up on his lap. My life flashing before me as I vision myself plummeting from the lifts into the snow, splattered, I held that gentleman like he was the last piece of fresh bread, he could clearly feel my desperation and was holding me in places that only dawned on me once the lift had been stopped and I was safe again. Apparently the ski lift thing was like traffic, and traffic when everyone is in a rush to get to work, its dangerous! Nevertheless I ended up skiing down twice, Dan more bravely a third time, we went slowly and cautiously in a group, intermittently, always together. It's such a great feeling when you gain some speed and you feel yourself zigzagging in a consistent motion, a great sense of achievement, and such a rush! A must try sport if you have the means. We were knighted at level 3 skiers by the end of the day, not too shabby.
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