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post #31 of 40
I did not start until I was 15 or 16. My Dad built the road to a 'new ski area' 25 years ago, and ended up becoming the major shareholder of the skifield cause they could not afford to pay him the full cost of the road. His only return on the investment was free skiing so he made all of his 6 children ski whether we wanted to or not. Problem is we all got hooked, and after a few years the ski area was taken over and we had to start paying.
post #32 of 40
My father never got into team sports, so when he discovered skiing through some friends, he decided to teach this individual sport to his threes sons(I'm the youngest).

So there my father stood at the bottom of Silver Mine, NY(never having skied), and yelled instructions to us kids up the hill. He had a great eye, could and can analyse anything, and taught us how to ski from wedge, through christie to sloppy skidding parallel...then he decided he might as well take up skiing.

Three years later, at 15, become a ski patroller. Been skiing ever since.
post #33 of 40
1965, I was getting hit on by the local equivalent of Sigi. Sandy was the heart throb and I had just emereged from shy and (fat) puberty so I was confused..... elated and when she said she wanted to try skiing I was powerless.

After countless tries she managed to make it up the rope tow where she was quite happy to sit in the sun and where I was supposed to sit (I suppose?) in some kind of admiration.

Little problem here came up though. I managed to do a primitive snowplow in a large hooking left back to the tow..... and again and again........ she managed to lure me over from her perch on a log with a "come hither" look. Got my first REAL KISS from someone who knew how ........ but after ten minutes I just hadda go back to that stupid left hooking turn back to the lift. She wasn't real mad untill she asked what I wanted to do tomorrow and when I said how bout skiing ......... I was history.

Last I heard of Sandy, she hooked up with the local hot guitar player and ended up at George Harrisons place for awhile.

Me, I went back the next day and learned how to do a BIG RIGHT HOOKING to go with that BIG LEFT HOOKING turn back to the rope tow. :

<FONT COLOR="#800080" SIZE="1">[ February 11, 2002 05:46 PM: Message edited 1 time, by yuki ]</font>
post #34 of 40
Aside from that one lesson at Mt. Snow when I was 12...

In college, I had to take a phys ed requirement. Friends tuned me in to taking skiing as a way to fill the requirement and have fun doing it. $70 got you 10 one hour weekly lessons with season pass good for that day of the week. Bargain of the century! If you got into the Friday class you could ski all day and all nite. I think it was at Labrador and then Toggenburg in central NY. I took the class 3 years in a row.

Although I do recall skiing many days in the rain... [img]tongue.gif[/img]
post #35 of 40
I started when I was 10 in upstate N.Y. My brother and I would ski off a little slope in the back yard. For that matter all of the kids back yards in the neighborhood. My first pair of skis where these Red Volkls, Geze bindings, and leather Nordica boots. Oh yeah! can't forget the ski strap. Back then their seemed to be so much snow that you got tired of seeing it and could'nt wait for it to melt away. [img]smile.gif[/img]
post #36 of 40
My parents made me do it. Damn them!

I got draged into the woods to have miserable times on crapy nordic skis that my big rubber boots would not hook into properly.

Then they took me and my older brother to Alpine Valley WI. I recall sitting in the car as the "hill" came into view. Fear.

But, the gear was cool. And one run up the rope tow was enough so me and my older brother hit the big stuff and kept at it.

My parent's followed their dreams with their kids in tow. Part of which was driving throught the western usa. And ski trips early on with other families to Breckenridge and Aspen etc. They were looking at land and houses all the time. They wound up buying a place in Winter Park in 1980 and it has been my home base ever since.
post #37 of 40
yuki, I love your story [img]smile.gif[/img] , Learning a right turn to match your left turn must have made you proud.

You all know my story. ...Ott
post #38 of 40
I was a freshman in College, and skiing was one way to fulfill the PE requirement. Six Friday afternoons at Greek Peak (NY) and you were done for the semester. In those days GLM was popular. I was happy when I could get down those short runs with less than a dozen face plants. I didn't really start learning to ski until I went to Alta 5 years later.
post #39 of 40
I know this thread is a little old but my wife and I just got back after a 2 week trip to Snowmass.

My wife had always wanted to try skiing; I couldn't see any use of going out in all that cold to slide down a hill. Having moved to Michigan right after we were married (1968) I kept ignoring her request, then on our 25th anniversary I got home after my shift to find all our bags packed and she advised me she had made reservations at a place called Sugar Loaf Ski Resort (Michigan) for the weekend. I figured that I might as well go along (there might be other perks to the trip beside the skiing). First lesson went terrible, poor instructor and poor students. My only ability was a slow left wedge turn. My wife couldn't even get to a wedge; skies seemed to go where ever they wanted, not where she wanted them. We walked out of the lesson half way through. Not wanting to destroy a good weekend I talked her into going to the bar to discuse the rest of the weekend (I could see the other perks going out the window). While watching everyone out on the slop an older couple (mid 70s) walked by and as we watched them go up the lift and ski down (looking like teens again) my wife decided that if they could do that so could she. Signed up for some private lessons (ran into an outstanding instructor at the desk), went to get our equipment (had been turned in after first lesson) and when my wife ask for her size ski boot the girl giving out equipment ask if that was men's or women's size. Discovered that her first boots were 2 or 3 sizes to big. Met the instuctor at the bottom of the bunny hill, he at once ask if we had ever been on a lift we advised him NO. We were informed that if we were going to pay for a private lesson it would be at the top. Just a little advise, when you can only turn left do not sit on the right side of your wife on a lift that you have to turn right to get off. I don't think my wife fell again that day. The instructor would ski down a little and stop and wait for us. My wife would ski down make felt truns right turns and stop next to the instructor. I would ski down make left turns then fall then repeat until I ran into the instructor. I have no idea how the instructor finally got me to ski. I was laughing so hard I couldn't see. Funny thing is the instructor never once said anything about a wedge while he was working with me. We both got hooked big time, I can't believe that I actually look forard to winters now just to slid down a hill with sticks on my feet. OH YES, there were some very nice perks besides the skiing that weekend.
post #40 of 40
January, 2002. My school has been part of a ski program in which students pay to be bussed to the local mountain (Wachusett Mountain, MA) for skiing or lessons. This year, I decided to join. What the heck, everyone has been telling me that skiing is fun, so I figure I'll give it a try. If not now, when? So I signed up, bought some ski pants, gloves and a hat, and was ready to go.

Or so I thought...

My brother and I grabbed our rental skis and poles, put 'em on (with a little bit of friendly advice from a passer-by that noticed us and guessed correctly that we were students with a school group). We then headed around to the right, to the baby bunny slope. It was about this time that I asked Brian (my brother) about lessons. "Mom didn't sign us up for them," he told me. "She didn't?" I asked, surprised. "Hey, they're expensive." "Uh, ok."

I would come to regret listening to him...

So, I go up the rope tow and down the tiny hill a couple of times. I find that I can keep my balance with no difficulty whatsoever, and find that I can actually turn, though not terribly well. But it's good enough I think, and I can stop with a wedge, so I went off to the beginner hill.

A couple runs down convinced me I could handle the next level, the easiest intermediate trail on the mountain, a nice easy thing called Ralph's Run. Very easy. Now I marvel how I fell so often and yea, nearly killed myself on this trail. Because I almost did. My much prized nordic experience was great for balance, but I didn't know any proper technique, and so I was in the backseat all the time. No stopping without a wedge for me; if I tried a hockey stop, I would just carve to my doom.

Anyway, the night went by, and I survived most of it, falling often and having fun. But the last run is what got me. Ralph's Run was being groomed; my only choice was another trail that joined at the bottom. It's worth noting that bottom of these trails is steep for a beginner trail.Very. Anyway, it happened. I somehow went down and twisted my right knee, hard. I managed to make it the bus and home, in excruciating pain.

To cut a long story short, I couldn't walk the next day, and had the knee immobilized for three. But the next week was back in a soft brace, because I was hooked. There's no stopping me now. Skiing is the one and only winter sport for me.

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