I clearly remember my first ever ski outing. It was a school trip and consisted of four seperate visits to the local hill.
I remember so well the buzz in the air on the bus ride out, like a pack of mad bee's. Everyone yammering with excitement of the day to come. The feeling that you thought you might explode if you had to wait another minute. On the first trip I didn't understand, on the second I was one of them.
The bus arrives at the hill, but... you have to wait while we get all the tickets. Time seemed to stand still. We got the tickets but..... we have to wait in a huge line for our rentals. Oooh how I hated those with their own equipment. Gear in hand we are told to go "wait" by the signs for our lessons.
I had never done downhill skiing but nothing was making me wait any longer. I did one run and decided perhaps lessons were not such a bad idea.
I took that lesson and unitl just last year 20 years passed before I took another. I learnt how to stop, go left and go right. What else did a kid need to know. Lessons just kept me from skiing. Still today the time in lesson in torture really, I will always rather be free and taking my own lines.
Later those trips turned to weekends with the school. That same buzz was always in the air, only the trip was much longer, the tales were much taller and.... there were girls.
Still to this day as I hop in the truck at 3 am for a four hour drive to the mountains that same feeling lingers.
The drive is full of what was and what could be and what hopefully will be. Great conversation with friends, but still the waiting.
We arrive, get our gear on, and ..... wait in line for the ticket office to open.
We get our tickets, click into the skis and ....... wait in line for the chair to start turning. Time again has stood still.
Finally the chair starts, the crowd cheers, a quick feeling that the waiting is over but..... you have to ride up the chair. This is the hardest time. That 10 minute ride up the first chair. Do you take a run, or go for the goods up top. Yes more waiting.
You board the next chair, you are about to pee yourself with excitement. You can see the top hut. It's almost here. You check your gear one more time and off load.
Suddenly all the effort and time seems like it never existed. Looking down that hill for the first run is a feeling that can't be copied or replaced by any other experiance in life. Pure heaven on earth.
Why do I ski ? Why do I go thought all that a skier does to be able to ski ?
That first run of the day and what life is about to dish up.