Skiing, a highlight.

As anyone who has gone skiing should know, skiing is one of the highlights of the year. So as I was remembering a few years back I happened to remember a story that HAS be told. Ok, doesn’t have to be but it would be a major crime not to! Or so I think.

We’d only been skiing a few times even though it was our third year, since we only go three times a year with the home school group and all of us thought ourselves pretty good at it, all of us with the exception of Julie. She was only six and hadn’t exactly gotten her balance yet.

We were all quite proud that we could go up the hill and get to the bottom without falling over a hundred times and I had made a record of getting to the bottom five times with no mistakes. There are a few glitches in the art of skiing and one of which is coordination. No, I don’t have any problem with my eye hand coordination as you just assumed, or at least may have. The coordination I was speaking of was friend coordination. We have this rule that on the first day you go skiing every year you must take a lesson so we don’t start going randomly and ending up killing people. So, every year on the first day we take a lesson. This doesn’t always mean our friends do.

So we finished with the lesson and headed to the lodge to get warm and were told the others had been gone for awhile and would be back soon. They didn’t come back as soon as we may have liked. Time for plan two. We got dressed and got coat colors from their parents and headed off to find the missing friends that may or may not have been wrapped around a tree somewhere on the mountain.

We searched and searched and found no sign of them. We went back to the lodge and found that we’d been searching outside well they were in and we’d just missed them. Too cold to go out immediately we stayed and got warm and of course, ate. Then we went back out, got our skis on and went to the lift. We slid down the ramp and out in front of the incoming chair and when we felt it hit our legs sat down. We were off. We went up about twenty or thirty feet on the ski lift and kept our eyes out for our friends. There was no sign of them. We went down and then headed over to Surprise. (Another hill) They weren’t here either.

After a long time looking we went back again, now convinced they had been kidnapped or murdered. On the way down we had to do down the “Bunny Hill” the little kids hill were Julie was. The little kids have a slow moving carpet like a treadmill that you get on and it takes you to the top of the small hill. It only moves a mile an hour or slower so falling off shouldn’t have been a problem. As I said, Julie hadn’t gotten her balance yet.

She tried to turn to see her friends that were behind her and toppled off the “Magic Carpet” as it was called. It was pretty obvious that she had done this before as there was places all along the “Magic Carpet” were you could see her mold in the snow. As her friend passed she said, “Are you ok this time Julie?”

Julie replied quite normally, “Perfectly fine!” and went down the hill starting at the middle where she had fallen.

We did manage to find our friends finally and we set off to have fun, quite relieved that they weren’t wrapped around a tree.