Diaries

First Time Skiing

I am one of those people who is always down to try new things. When my roommate said she had vouchers for skiing and asked me if I wanted to go, I immediately went, “HELL YEAH, LET’S GO!”

The only thing that I’ve ever done remotely close to skiing was surfing while I was studying abroad in Australia. I have horrible balance, and rolled over my entire foot while trying to stand up. I ended up getting tendonitis and was on crutches for about a month.

I was nervous that I’d somehow injure myself skiing and ending up on crutches again, which would suck during the winter in Boston.

The drive up to Vermont was about 3 hours. I learned a lot about hip hop from Jinn (my roommate). We ended up stopping for gas and lunch at a town nearby. I wonder what it feels like to be a regular and live in a small town, with only one main road and a couple restaurants. That seems kind of crazy to me!

Jinn and I were taking photos at this bridge. Whenever cars would come around, we would pretend that we were admiring the view… of a frozen river. This one older man drove by, stopped by us and asked, “Do you want me to take pictures for you guys?” HAHAHAHA. Yes please. The photos didn’t turn out bad – the first photo in this post was by him! Jinn and I were like, “(jaw drop) Old people know how to take good photos?!”

We went to Bolton Valley and took a beginner’s ski class. It was so much fun. At the beginning of the ski class, our instructor went around and asked us what we wanted to get out of the lesson. Everybody else said to have fun and learn how to ski, but Jinn and I said we wanted to hit the slopes at least once today. Our instructor was hesitant and told us maybe not.

We did anyways.

We were the fastest learners in class. Jinn felt so comfortable on the skis, and it turns out, she used to be a figure skater! I did pretty good for a first timer and no skiing or skating background. I only fell on the bunny slopes 3 times. Each time was because I would somehow trample over myself. Jinn laughed so hard, which made me laugh because her laugh is infectious, and she’d keep on laughing… it was a vicious cycle of laughter.

Real slopes are a bit more terrifying than bunny slopes. I crashed a lot more because I was going so fast that I felt like I was losing control. That’s actually very similar to when I first started driving on the roads because you have to move at the pace of everybody else, not at the chill 30 mph while I was learning how to drive.

Even though I went back to Boston with pretty big bruises, I loved skiing so much. I’m always down for new things. Never say never unless you’ve tried it at least once. So far in 2018, I’ve tried skiing and eating at a Michelin-starred restaurant. What’s next?!

Juliet

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