“Don’t buy that outfit, mom, you can’t ski that well.”
What does that mean? Does he think she should buy a red outfit so the blood won’t show or a black and blue outfit to disguise her bruises from falling down?
My husband accidentally put me on the equivalent of a double black diamond run (I’m barely intermediate) in the Alps in Austria. Freaking out, I had the brilliant idea to slide down the hill on my butt. Lost control and starting rolling to the edge of the mountain with no way to stop. Seeing the edge of the mountain looming before my eyes, I had resigned myself to die. And yes! Your life DOES flash before your eyes! Suddenly, my husband was screaming something to me and I came out of my acceptance of death mode, somehow digging my gloves into the snow and stopping the roll into oblivion. I have no idea how I got off that mountain. Have totally blocked it out. I will not ski ever again in the Alps. Thank you very much!
The second time I was on skis, the instructor took us (the bunny class) to an intermediate slope instead of the bunny slope. We got about a third of the way down and hit an area that was nearly vertical. I took off my skis and walked down and I have never and will never put them on again.
I grew up in New England and went to college in Vermont. That meant every available moment, in the winter, was spent on the slopes.
We used to laugh at the New York dudes coming out in their fancy ski outfits and expensive gear.
We skied in dungarees, old sweaters, and beat up, old military surplus parkas. We really didn’t care what we looked like on the slopes. The only thing we spent money on, was good skis, and bindings – and those, if taken care of, lasted forever !
Skiing is totally out of my experience; being from Houston. It looks like great fun but I’m sure I would wind up in the hospital or worse if I tried it.
Templo S.U.D. over 6 years ago
Nice improvisation, El. (Wouldn’t that make a nice Olympic sport?)
howtheduck over 6 years ago
“Don’t buy that outfit, mom, you can’t ski that well.”
What does that mean? Does he think she should buy a red outfit so the blood won’t show or a black and blue outfit to disguise her bruises from falling down?
Ninette over 6 years ago
Elly’s center of gravity should keep her almost as stable in a standing position as when she is seated.
pam Miner over 6 years ago
I did that once at the end of a long frustrating day!
keltii over 6 years ago
Mikes face “OMG, I don’t know her, I don’t know her”
Screaming_goat over 6 years ago
Is it really that hard? Good thing she doesn’t snowboard if she finds this hard.
dlkrueger33 over 6 years ago
My husband accidentally put me on the equivalent of a double black diamond run (I’m barely intermediate) in the Alps in Austria. Freaking out, I had the brilliant idea to slide down the hill on my butt. Lost control and starting rolling to the edge of the mountain with no way to stop. Seeing the edge of the mountain looming before my eyes, I had resigned myself to die. And yes! Your life DOES flash before your eyes! Suddenly, my husband was screaming something to me and I came out of my acceptance of death mode, somehow digging my gloves into the snow and stopping the roll into oblivion. I have no idea how I got off that mountain. Have totally blocked it out. I will not ski ever again in the Alps. Thank you very much!
Jan C over 6 years ago
The second time I was on skis, the instructor took us (the bunny class) to an intermediate slope instead of the bunny slope. We got about a third of the way down and hit an area that was nearly vertical. I took off my skis and walked down and I have never and will never put them on again.
ajakimber425 over 6 years ago
You show them, Elly!
FrannieL Premium Member over 6 years ago
This looks like me on skis…or on my behind.
codedaddy over 6 years ago
The panel where she grasps her skis in each hand and there are clicks: What is clicking, and what’s up there?
Linguist over 6 years ago
I grew up in New England and went to college in Vermont. That meant every available moment, in the winter, was spent on the slopes.
We used to laugh at the New York dudes coming out in their fancy ski outfits and expensive gear.
We skied in dungarees, old sweaters, and beat up, old military surplus parkas. We really didn’t care what we looked like on the slopes. The only thing we spent money on, was good skis, and bindings – and those, if taken care of, lasted forever !
kodj kodjin over 6 years ago
Skiing is totally out of my experience; being from Houston. It looks like great fun but I’m sure I would wind up in the hospital or worse if I tried it.