Oh, so you've been skiing before? I haven't. Can't be that hard, can it? I'll watch a few how-to youtube videos to get me started.
I don't think I've ever been more upset than when a warning came from Jamie that I would die on the slopes without a ski lesson. A group of us planned to head for Big Bear Mountain for a few days of skiing and I don't know why I thought it would be so easy. Regardless, any excuse for a roadtrip!
On the first day Lisa and I decided to go for a lesson but it was scheduled for the afternoon. We both decided to suit up in helmets to ease the early afternoon uncertainty and oh god, I was terrible. George, Hayley and Georgie were more than competent. A few of them ski-holiday regulars. I was so embarrassed to be holding them back from the halfpipes.
|Some outdoor changing room attempts were going on.|
|Lisa was rocking the perfect 'Ski Mom' look|
|N.b Not taken on an industrial selfie stick contrary to popular belief|
|We hopped on a standing shuttle to the slopes.|
|We got to the top of the beginners slope and I was nervous...|
|... I felt better after taking my ski fails on the chin (literally)|
|Pre-drinks at the Motel was the perfect way to start dinner festivities.|
|George threw some cowboy shapes.|
|We had a lovely civilised meal (aside from farting from a repeat offender)|
|Once dropping off our ski gear at the end of day two, our drive home was as beautiful as the one there.|
George has since made us a movie trailer style montage to commemorate the trip and unfortunately it's not shareable here. We couldn't have planned the trip smoother for sure and I couldn't think of a better group of people to venture up the mountain with, listening to and belting out some Celine Dion.
Will I ski again? Without another lesson, I'm not so sure.