My family always skis without me. U.B. spent his childhood winters skiing the powder of the Colorado Rockies, and Stassa learned to ski around age three in the French Alps. The last time I actually wore ski boots and stepped onto a pair of skis was, to the best of my recollection, about 1989. Almost thirty years ago!
Stassa has been after me for years to at least…”try” one of the next times they planned a trip, just on a Bunny Slope. I’ve promised to do so for a couple of ski seasons, but there was always a good excuse not to.
This winter I bit the bullet and went along on a holiday trip, just across the French border to Les Angles, a ski resort in the Pyrenees. There was a charming town there at the foot of the slopes where, I was promised, I could entertain myself if I failed on skis.
Imagine my surprise to be taken by gondola halfway up the mountain for my ski class!
Stassa shot the video with her go-pro, showing me making it down the slope without falling (although I got my skis crossed once). Sometimes she skied backwards.
So…I did it. Just for a morning. And my family says, “Papa thinks he’s Jean-Claude Killy.” But I did it! And it’s as far out of my comfort zone as I’ve been during the whole time of writing this blog.
And then I went back to making art…and eating!