My first day on skis was last year, at the age of 36. My wife always skied growing up and when she was in college. She always wished I skied too. I always told her "if we ever have kids, I'll learn to ski so we can all go". Well, our daughter was 3 last winter, so I gave it a shot.
I was hooked within my first hour on skis.
I took a lesson at Crotched Mountain with a very good instructor. After 2 trips down the bunny slope he had me on the chairlift up to the easiest trail. I skated as a child, he said skaters usually can learn to ski easily. I fell twice on my first run, not at all on my second. The hour was up, but I took 4 more runs alone before heading home.
I went again a few days later with my wife, then again alone to practice. After about 10 trips to Crotched and Pat's Peak, I tried Sunapee -- wow. Now I really wanted to learn. Bought ski's and boots, went to Bretton Woods. In March we went to Quebec City and skied at Le Massif (actually had my first bad day on skis there. Mashed potatoes and absurdly crowded).
Ended my season with a visit to a friend who lives in LA. Like my wife, he always wished I skied. When I told him I learned he bought me a plane ticket out there and we went to Mammoth at the end of April -- they still had a 17 foot base!
At the age of 36 I went from my first day on skis to awkwardly handling a black diamond at Mammoth mountain in 4 months flat. And I am by no means in great shape, or even good shape. I think skiing is like pretty much anything else -- if you really want to do it you will find a way. I cannot wait for the snow to fall.
I was hooked within my first hour on skis.
I took a lesson at Crotched Mountain with a very good instructor. After 2 trips down the bunny slope he had me on the chairlift up to the easiest trail. I skated as a child, he said skaters usually can learn to ski easily. I fell twice on my first run, not at all on my second. The hour was up, but I took 4 more runs alone before heading home.
I went again a few days later with my wife, then again alone to practice. After about 10 trips to Crotched and Pat's Peak, I tried Sunapee -- wow. Now I really wanted to learn. Bought ski's and boots, went to Bretton Woods. In March we went to Quebec City and skied at Le Massif (actually had my first bad day on skis there. Mashed potatoes and absurdly crowded).
Ended my season with a visit to a friend who lives in LA. Like my wife, he always wished I skied. When I told him I learned he bought me a plane ticket out there and we went to Mammoth at the end of April -- they still had a 17 foot base!
At the age of 36 I went from my first day on skis to awkwardly handling a black diamond at Mammoth mountain in 4 months flat. And I am by no means in great shape, or even good shape. I think skiing is like pretty much anything else -- if you really want to do it you will find a way. I cannot wait for the snow to fall.









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