Seattle 07 - Part IV

Now that I’m more rested I thought I’d share about an even that makes me appreciate life even more.

Back up on top of the green slopes I was about to make a right turn to continue my cautious decent, when a couple of skiers were right in front of me blocking my path. The problem is they were trying to squeeze between the trees and me. Think of it as a car speeding through a very red light as you are trying to make a right turn into an intersection. Suddenly I’m forced to make a hard right turn unexpectedly, which for a novice can lead to disaster.
I’m guessing you figuring out that nothing good came out of this encounter?

Wrong.

Soon after I turned I found myself gaining so much speed that I was unable to control myself. Jim and Joanie said that I was flying down the mountain so fast that when I rounded the corner I was gone, out of sight. What I saw was a blur of trees to both sides, and remembering how Sonny Bono left Earth I began to think I was royally screwed.

But, God had a different plan. Soon I found myself actually slowing down thanks to some much-appreciated placed inclined slopes. I was so ecstatic to have made a run like that without dieing or breaking a bone that I didn’t stop. I just kept going with a huge smile on my face, laughing hard and thanking God that I still had the chance to procreate.

Seattle 07 - Part III

Just waking up from a rather sound sleep really stinks; especially when I can’t raise myself out of bed or, as I just found out, turn my neck more than 10 degrees to either side. I had, what my Aunt-in-law Joanie calls, a “garage sale.” That happens when you take a spill on the slopes and lose every piece of equipment you are attached to, save the boots.

I had already taken a few runs down the green (easy) slopes when we decided to go one ski lift up to the top of the highest green slope, which I think is called Queens run. As anyone who has skied before can tell you, ordinarily, the hardest part of skiing is learning new terrain. Well, I was just about to find out how true that is. As my Uncle-in-law Jim started the run down the mountain I followed as usual with Joanie taking up the lead. I wasn’t doing too bad at first but then I hit a patch of icier than usual snow which was also badly marred by numerous other ski tracks making me completely buy it. All I really can remember is landing on my back pretty hard and sliding about 50 feet. I didn’t hurt at the time but I sure do now. Somebody get me a neck brace!

Seattle 07 - Part II

We’re about to go skiing at Crystal Mountain, arguably the states best ski resort, and I haven’t skied in at least 7 years; I just hope it’s like getting back on a bike.