Reminds me of my son and his first day skiing. After his lesson (he was a tiny seven year old), he wanted nothing to do with Mom & Dad; there was only the little boy and the big rope ... it became his whole focus, the only thing in his world.
He would grab the rope and get a face full and the nice lifte would pick him off and brush him off and up he would go, again and again.
Second day brought the same thing, a face of snow followed by those turns a bit bolder each time.
After lunch he walked out with us and just pointed toward the chair lift that serviced the blue run and said ...... "I'm ready to go up there" ...
One "artifact" that has been recently lost was my Marker Rope Gripper; an aluminium bar almost ice cream scoop type thing with a notch for the rope. Much easier on the arms. Rawhide mittens too, a tow could chew up conventional gloves in minutes.