Today my sister, Claire, my dad and I went for a skiing lesson. Well-- actually, it was more like Claire went for a skiing lesson, and I just tagged along.
The entire reason we went was basically because of the last time Claire went skiing, and she hadn't taken lessons.
It wasn't.
So now, she has a skiing trip coming up, and she wants to at least know the basics of skiing before then. I just decided to go with them, wanting to try something new and seeing as it would be better than sitting in the house all day.
The first issue arose as I put on my gear. Having arrived wearing four layers of clothing, I then had to put on snow pants and a coat that doubled the thickness of it all. Then I had to stick on a helmet and boots that felt clumsy to walk in. I felt like the Abominable freaking Snowman, walking around like that.
Then came the actual skiing part.
It turns out my sister and I got a lesson. Our instructor started us off on the really basic stuff, really low on the mountain.
I ended up spending half the day falling down. Eventually the only way I got down the mountain was by holding on to my dad's ski pole like a sidecar on a motorcycle.
As it turns out, the gloves that my dad gave me were not waterproof, so by the end my fingers had turned into fingersicles, and the idea of free hot cocoa to beginners was extremely appealing. We left the trip cold and exhausted, but we learned something new.
I've already signed up for another trip.
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