Last week at Alta–it was a diamond dust snow day, and just breathtaking. And a balmy 22 degrees at the base, so that was happy.
When we decided to move to Utah, I told my husband I was going to learn to ski. I hate being cold. I don’t love snow. Utah has a lot of both. I thought if I learned to ski, then I might be excited about the snow, and therefore less miserable.
My yard has had snow in it since November 10, so I would say learning to ski was a very smart idea.
Note that my snow pants are the Kona color of the year, Highlight. My snow pants didn’t fit (thanks, baby. and chocolate), so I bought the cheapest/best quality I could find. Can’t imagine why these sweet Burton pants were on the clearance rack. Ha! My husband says it makes me easy to find.
I took two lessons at the Alta Ski School, and they were fantastic. I highly recommend their beginner adult lessons if you ever find yourself in Utah, don’t know how to ski, and want to learn.
My skis (not necessarily me) are fast, and I took my first tumble last week when my 9 year old and I went on a Saturday ski date. We decided not to take the route marked “easiest way.” I called it a tumble. He called it an epic crash. I guess sliding down a mountain 20 feet on your back might qualify as an epic crash. I was unhurt, he was behind me, and was able to grab my poles. Ha!
Fairview Canyon, New Years Day
Skiing makes me happy. Skiing is getting me in better shape. Skiing makes the snow feel magical.
I really, really, really love to ski. I might not ever make it off of the green routes (but I hear Utah greens are harder than some blues out there, just saying.). My 9 year old prefers going off the groomed path, but I think I’ll stay right here, thank you very much.