After spending some time on the bunny hill I was feeling great about myself. I was bombing down the hill (look, I know you can’t really “bomb” down the bunny hill, but I’m trying to maintain a little bit of pride here) and hadn’t fallen once. So just before lunch we decided to go on a “real” run. As we were sitting on the ski lift I was watching the slope below, which looked pretty steep, and asked if it was a black diamond. Much to my dismay, it was a green circle and happened to be the run we were taking.
By the time we got to the top of the run I was freaked out! Mike told us all to follow him and took off over a hill. Ha ha ha. Not a chance I was going there. I made my way down to the group and just before I got to them I biffed it. They went a little bit further down, I got up and followed, and biffed it again. They went a little further still, and I got up and followed. Once again, I ate it. This time it was me, face first, sliding down the mountain with arms, legs, skis, and poles going every which direction.
This time I didn’t get up. Glad Mike got this picture since it was one of those moments I totally want locked in time. But as if that wasn’t bad enough, there was no way I was going to make it down the mountain, so Mike got behind me, put my skis between his, and ski’d me back down to the bunny hill. Having my boss ski me down a mountain–not my proudest moment.
After lunch I spent the rest of the day on the bunny hill. I must say, I OWNED that hill! Which is good since the rest of the mountain clearly owned me. In my defense, this was only my second time skiing ever in my life. Next time I think I’m going to wear more padding.