I never skied growing up. My first time on skis was in high school, and I was so terrible that I almost killed myself and several other people on that otherwise lovely mountain in the Poconos. My Director, on the other hand, did grow up skiing. Every winter. Not very athletic herself, she is nonetheless as graceful as a gazelle on skis.
We decided we want Peanut to be a skier. Or to at least know how to ski so we can go as a family a couple of times a winter and build some memories. She, on the other hand, is rarely receptive to new things:
|Not loving all of the gear she has to wear.|
|Riding the magic carpet up the hill.|
|Look at that smile!|
(And her perfect "pizza.")
|And there she goes.|
Fearless and loving it.
Now we can race for real, since we're just about at the same skill level: