Thanks to a discount ticket and willing babysitters (wow, I sound old), we hit the slopes at Park City Mountain Resort.
I grew up a half hour from a ski resort, and went every other Friday with our elementary school. But you wouldn't know it now. I'm petrified of anything black or diamond or mogul-y.
Doesn't this look intimidating?
I used to be proud to say I've never biffed it off a chairlift. Can't anymore. I didn't fall, but I did just sit and slide my way off in front of an entire class of kindergartners. Just as I recovered I overheard their instructor say "Ok, class. Where are we going?" And their cute little punk voices shouted in unison: "Widowmaker! Yay!"
Oh well. I did all right and had fun.
I love skiing. I get a day with my bf, doing something active and enjoying nature. And hey, the view is not so bad.