I finally learned to ice skate this year. It was interesting and humbling to go back to being a beginner, and to experience the fear that you might fall at any moment. It was also liberating not to feel responsible for teaching my family, who were also beginners.
I went twice to an outdoor rink that was recently installed in my town. The first time I rented figure skates, which were horribly uncomfortable for me with my flat feet. Yesterday I rented hockey skates which were much better, but I had to relearn somewhat. On both days I found after one session between Zambonis that I could skate around the rink, albeit inelegantly. After yesterday's second session I was doing pretty well. Still not quite skiing upright with my hands in my jacket pockets and an air of serene unconcern.
Something a friend once told me was helpful: she skis and skates at a high level, and pointed out that skates, just like skis, have two edges. I'm not sure how long it would have taken me to figure out how to turn without that tip.
Skating is not a sport that will provide me as much satisfaction as skiing, but it seems like something that might help balance and perhaps fitness in the off-season. Also, it's been pointed out that during the hot summers on the US East coast it's rather pleasant to be atop a sheet of ice!