The gang was eager to head back to the slopes for more (more on our first day here), so we layered up and got out there first thing in the morning.
I spent the morning with two friends, one of whom was learning to snowboard. We settled into the green runs and I practiced some of the tips I had received yesterday.
Dorky as it sounds, I developed little mantras so that I wouldn’t be so scared. Thankfully no one got too close, because I was muttering them under my breath like a crazy person.
“Point the skis down, gather speed, now cut. Point the skis down…”
“You can do this, you got this, be brave.”
One of my friends surprised me with a video he took of me skiing on the morning of the second day. For someone who was going to cop out and read a book in the lodge the whole day, this video is a huge point of pride for me.
Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. We met at the Martini Tree Bar to eat our sack lunches and traded war stories from the morning.
A big group of us headed to the other side of the mountain for the afternoon. I challenged myself with some blue runs and, to my surprise, they came more easily! I felt more in control of my speed, more confident in my ability to stop, and finally figured out how to use my poles. I was on top of the world! I couldn’t even believe this was me!
We ended our day at the Bavarian, where we relaxed with a beer. We had some fun with the trail back to the parking lot and headed back to the cabin in high spirits.
That night, we enjoyed a few drinks and played the card game for horrible people, Cards Against Humanity.
I’m writing this on the plane home and reflecting on the past couple of days. I feel so accomplished, having looked fear in the face and saying “screw you”. I wouldn’t say that I overcame a fear, as the bucket list item requires, but I chipped away at that fear quite a bit. I would definitely go skiing again in the future, because–as much as it pains me to eat my words–it was an absolute blast.
Let’s attribute this little victory to Chase’s patience, tips and encouragement from friends, and the power of orange snow pants.
Until next time…shred the gnar, my friends, shred the gnar.