I want to be a better skier, one who skis all runs gracefully in any conditions, stays forward on the skis, and does not use the left pole as rudder and brake. When I told our instructor that was my goal for our lesson at Red Lodge Mountain, she laughed and said," We probably can't do all that today."
A challenge faced her--two tall men and one small woman between ages 67 and 74, Stein Erickson fans with old habits and new skis. However, we were willing to try anything she taught us--ankle flex, hip flex, nose over toes, lateral weight shift. We worked at it with determination and laughter, especially after her comment, "This might be teaching old dogs new tricks."
My boyfriend taught me how to ski. December 31, 1968, at the top of a run, in borrowed clothes and rented equipment, I looked up to him, excited and eager. "The first thing you have to learn about skiing," he said and gave me a shove, "is how to get up after you fall." Lying on the snow in a scatter of skis and poles, I was more than irritated. What he remembers about it is that I didn't cry. Fat chance! And yes, to quote from Jane Eyre, "Reader, I married him."
I decided it might be better to learn from pros and have taken group lessons at resorts, private lessons in powder and bumps, semi-private lessons that include the old boyfriend, race-training (at age 61), and one wonderful Ski Like A Girl session.
Lessons--they're not just for beginners. The best skiers I know are life-long students of the sport. Taking a lesson can improve confidence as well as skills. Ski with a pro! This instructor was fun, and after trips down Lynn's Run and Little Tree, we believed that we had learned some new tricks.
Why is this blog late? I was trapped for four days at Red Lodge Mountain in deep, new snow, on adventures with friends that included misconceived routes, kick turns, and pit stops in the trees (an old skill, self-taught).