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post #61 of 74
First day was maybe 35 years ago in Breckinridge. It was late March. I was at a meeting in Denver. I kept looking at the mountain snow from my Denver window and figured it was now or never. We went to a local K-mart and bought jeans and other stuff that we could use in the south but would keep us warm. Weather was warm and sunny, first trip to western mountains. Day one, we were too late to ski but rented snowmobiles and had a great time ( we were all avid dirt bikers ). Day two, lessons all day. No T bar or magic carpet, just wedge down a short hill and slog back up. Between the slogs uphill and the altitude we were exhausted at the end of the day. Day three lessons we get to ride the chair! Warmest day yet. Hero snow. Young ladies skiing in shorts and bikini tops all over the mountain. Stretch pants still in style. Wow - what a sport! About noon a snow shower came thru, clouds came in, wind picked up and temperature dropped about 20 degrees. Snow bunnies turned blue and ran for cover. A learning experience I'll never forget. I was hooked and have spent a big part of my free time skiing every year since.
post #62 of 74

Wow... lucky you guys that you were able to get on a slope at such young age :)

 

I am from India so I didn't even know that an average person can ski and it is a common sport until I was like...25. Came to US in 2006 and was about to graduate in 2008 and that's when couple of us decided to try it out for the first time, at some Michigan Ski resort, dont remember the name but it was about 1/2 hour away from Flint.. I was 27 then but I have always been very very competitive and in general good at any new sport. On first day itself, I managed to get comfortable on Green.

 

But the whole skiing thing didnt appeal me at all. I knew that I was never going to try again. So at 5:00 pm.... I told my friend, who was trying it for the first time and was worse than me. I said... "Dude... we already paid $65 for this exhaustive experience and we are never coming back here, so it will be waste of money if we go back without even seeing the mountain. So how about we pick the most difficult slope and at least have a bragging right" I convinced him and by 5:30, we were about to piss our pants looking down from the top of some double diamond slope. We absolutely even had no idea how to stop without falling. But courage won against fear and I took off. Craziest and most scary experience ever. Saved myself many times going off from the edge by just crashing into the snow. So many times skis came off etc etc.

 

But made it down alive without any broken bones. After another 10-15 minutes coming down the slope on his foot and I asked where the hell he was all this time. He told me that, he watched me taking off and ridiculous speed and he just could not dare. He took his skis off and just walked the whole slope down :)

 

It was a wonderful day at the slope.

 

Later I moved to Indiana for Job and got back to skiing in 2009. I am passionate now and planning to ski at least until I am 70 :)

post #63 of 74

My first day was not too hard to remember because I was 34 years old when I first started skiing. I wanted to ski when I was a kid but my parents could not afford it. 

 

But that one day gave me the bug. I bought skis the next year and am still going strong at 60.

post #64 of 74

2010 at age 36, I'm 40 now. 

 

Mt. Baldy in full cold weather Tour Master motorcycle gear (which I used for a couple seasons). 

 

I confused which ski to weight when trying to turn and subsequently made a couple jump turns, because I could understand that from Warren Miller videos.  They wore me out in about two of them and I foundered the whole way down.  Took me forever to get to the lift back to the lodge.  Then I tried snow boarding thinking it was easier and caught the edges on both sides a bunch of times.  Walked and sweated down again.

 

Didn't help that I was really hung over but I said I'd try it again if I got a lesson, which I did at and I'm still at it.

post #65 of 74

1978 at this place when I was 9.  I remember thin gray wool socks (a pair of which I still have amazingly), the rented Elan skis with retention straps, and the horrible rope tows that I could barely hang on to.  Before taking our lesson, I took off down the main trail with no idea how to turn and just ran into a fence where the trail dog-legged left. My most vivid memory was watching a kid in my class rip a short stretch of bumps on the advanced section...inspired me to not just ski but to get good at it.  Didn't realize then it would be a lifetime endeavor.

post #66 of 74

seems a common thread in the stories, seems most sucked and skiing just isn't natural for most!

 

my fun began ~15yrs ago when my spouse called me at work and informed me that she and her brother, being 1/8 Norwegian decided that our families would spend a week every year in Steamboat. She and he had several recent tries at skiing and proclaimed it to be the new family sport. 

 

I literally remember simply saying "ok, I guess I'll take lessons".  We arrived in early March for 5 days, 4 to ski and I signed up for a lesson

 

My class of 7 was had some Texans, Georgians a couple from the Bahama's and me from Iowa, we all remained on Preview barely able to get down the hill and off the lift. Deciding I needed anther day, I found most the same folks on day two. I was what I felt one of the worst for natural balance but I was in pretty good shape at the time so muscling saved me. My best compliment from my instructor when we progressed to more beginner/intermediate (Southface lift to Christie) was something akin to "you sure do know how to fall well as not to hurt yourself", which he did mean as a compliment as otherwise I'd have a long painful learning curve.

 

Great Instructor, Peter Scully (I think with Powercat Ski now, has an astronauts name) the whole group loved him as he was great at observing and helping all 7 of us. Enough 4 of our group talked him into teaching the next day, his off day, as we all but 1 (who couldn't make it) said we'd come back.

 

Third day he took us up the Christie which while we skied greens, has a first drop that left us in fear. all survived though

 

What I learned was that lessons sure help!

post #67 of 74

I was almost 2, 1983 I believe.  Parents took me to a little hill in Waltham, MA of 250 vert called Prospect Hill, which is no longer in operation.  They had a walk up and ski down slope off to the side for instructing novices.  Instantly fell in love with skiing.  I cried all the way home in the car because they wouldn't let me go to the to the top.  I don't remember much from those times, but that day I clearly remember (mostly).

post #68 of 74

I posted this before, but a little home movie of winter of 1972-73. I was 4 in 72 (yes I was a giant). Random snippets include views of ABasin and South Park. First I tried skiing in our backyard in Colo Spgs, on red boat hull death traps; next was Copper Mountain, on Green Acres.  We moved to TX during the summer of 73, but still skied once a year either in NM or CO; then returned to CO in 77.  (And I still ski mostly at ABasin and Copper Mountain...)

 

  

post #69 of 74
My first day skiing was around 1978 or so, I was 15 years old. I didn't get a lesson and felt totally out of my depth and scared. My very athletic father couldn't understand it. I decided downhill wasn't for me and took up cross country.

Fast forward 21 or so years and I was feeling plateaued in XC, a friend suggested I take an alpine lesson. I went to Tenney Mountain in NH by myself for the weekend and took lessons on first generation shaped Elans. I've been hooked ever since.

I always suggest lessons to anyone who's interested in skiing.
post #70 of 74
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Originally Posted by segbrown View Post
 

I posted this before, but a little home movie of winter of 1972-73. I was 4 in 72 (yes I was a giant). Random snippets include views of ABasin and South Park. First I tried skiing in our backyard in Colo Spgs, on red boat hull death traps; next was Copper Mountain, on Green Acres.  We moved to TX during the summer of 73, but still skied once a year either in NM or CO; then returned to CO in 77.  (And I still ski mostly at ABasin and Copper Mountain...)

 

  

Summer of 1998, a buddy of mine gave me some archival film footage his dad had shot, probably in the late 60's/early 70's. I incorporated it into one of my cheese-ball season highlight videos from Killington '97/'98, which at 18 years old could probably all be considered "archival". Anyway, all the archival film stuff is in the first music video: The Propellerheads "History Repeating" featuring Miss Shirley Bassey. I haven't gotten around to editing the DVD into individual videos, but all the archival stuff is in roughly the first 5 minutes.

 

Seems my buddy's dad was a bit of a pioneer with the pov and slo-mo footage, at least for hobbyist. I'm sure my friend was stoked to see his dad's footage in one of my productions, and almost 20 years later the whole thing has kind of a vintage feel, especially the 200+cm straight skis. 

 

 

post #71 of 74

My first day was in 1959 (I was 9 years old) in Minnesota.  None of my family or friends skied, but I wanted to.  My folks got me some Northland wood skis with screwed in metal edges, cable bindings and leather boots for Christmas.  My very first time skiing was spending the rest of that day sliding down the hill in my neighbor's yard (30' vertical), hike back up, repeat.  My first ski area was Cedar Hills (200' vertical with a rope tow, under the lights at night) shortly after that.  My mom would drop me off alone at about 4 in the afternoon and my dad would pick me up at 9 that evening, whenever I could talk them into it.  I think I blew some brain cells remembering all of that...

post #72 of 74

It wasn't until I was 50 something that I found out from my mother where she met my father: it was Mount St. Ann near Quebec City. Ironically the first time that I skied was during an 8th grade trip to Montreal and Quebec City that also included staying a night at Mount St. Ann and skiing the next day.

 

At least I can claim that I have come by my passion for skiing as a sort of legacy or family tradition...

post #73 of 74
They managed not to tell the "how we met" story until you were 50??? I'm sure my daughter was sick of it before she was ten.
post #74 of 74
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Originally Posted by FatChance View Post
 

My first day was in 1959 (I was 9 years old) in Minnesota.  None of my family or friends skied, but I wanted to.  My folks got me some Northland wood skis with screwed in metal edges, cable bindings and leather boots for Christmas.  My very first time skiing was spending the rest of that day sliding down the hill in my neighbor's yard (30' vertical), hike back up, repeat.  My first ski area was Cedar Hills (200' vertical with a rope tow, under the lights at night) shortly after that.  My mom would drop me off alone at about 4 in the afternoon and my dad would pick me up at 9 that evening, whenever I could talk them into it.  I think I blew some brain cells remembering all of that...

I guess my very first time really was taking my skateboard, removing the trucks and then riding it backwards down a hill in Roseville, MN around 1985.

 

Oooo yaaaa

 

*ducks*

 

Born in St. Paul at St Josephs in 74. :)

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