Snow skiing in the mountains, is always such a treat for me. Each Ski Resort has it's own beauty and all are like a winter wonderland.
My first husband and I had five children, two of which are twins. When the twins were three, I decided that our family was going to ski together. My husband had been skiing a few times in his young life, but neither me nor the children knew how to ski. The children ranged from the ages of 31/2 to 11 when we first attempted our first ski trip. That year in 1976 we all got skis for Christmas, which was a stretch for us, but that was the beginning of many wonderful ski days as a family. We all learned to ski together on the bunny hill at Alta Ski Resort. We would fall, laugh and get back up and try again. It was a joy watching the children learn to ski. They quickly learned and became much better skier than I ever will be. But the important thing was having fun together as a family and with friends.
I enjoy the adrenaline rush I get when I am faced with a challenging run and the satisfaction of accomplishing it. Skiing is physical exerting and relaxing at the same time.
As I am skiing down the slopes, I enjoy the peace and solace of the mountains, the smell of fresh pine trees, fresh air, the speed of
the ground flying past me, and the sound of my skis slicing through the snow.
Skiing clears my mind and invigorates my soul. I love being in the great
outdoors, conquering the elements, putting my body to the test as I schuss down the groomed runs. All my troubles are forgotten and I am transcended for those moments in time.
I love skiing with my family. This year my daughter Michelle purchased, she and I and her husband Brad, annual passes for Wednesday's at Solitude Ski Resort. This is especially exciting to me, as I never thought I would ski again as I had a hip replacement done 7 years ago, but last summer the doctor gave me the OK to get back on the slopes, but to stay off the moguls which is fine with me. I went last Christmas with my son Michael and his son Douglas and we skied at Alta Ski Resort. I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to ski since it had been so long since I had last skied. Michael was a good instructor for both Douglas and I and before the day was over, the fear had left me. It was a joy to be with them and watch my grandson Douglas learn to ski too.
