I in no way have any room to talk about who could ski. Let me tell you I never mastered getting off the ski lift correctly. I'm talking shutting it down, ever time I tried to get off of it. Timing was everything to this feat, and believe me when I say it was UGLY, I was. My children begged not to ride with me. And after the up-tenth time I fell trying to get down the mountain, needless to say, all I could do was laugh. Mom called me on one such fall and she thought I was crying. I was:) Not because of injury, but crying from laughing so hard. I finally managed to get over to her my situation. Of course she joined the laugh and demanded I not try this again. Yes ma'am. I agree. This can't be good. So, after 3 trips of slipping and sliding on my butt, I called it quits.
Hubs on the other hand, went for the big slope. Through the woods, around curves, straight down one. From all accounts told, he must have been doing ever bit of 50 miles/hour, when he came upon a snow boarder who has just fallen. Seeing he never mastered the brakes, he hit the poor guy/child. He came straight out of the skis and head forward 10 or so feet, landing head first in the snow:) At least it wasn't a tree.
Colorado here we come.
Have a good weekend,