Today M took me skiing for the very first time. I was very excited to go to the skiing mountains--there are different than the camping or Y school mountains.
When we turned off the interstate we stopped to get my skis. M knew the skis would be little, but they were much shorter than me and I'm only 3 feet tall!
When we turned off the interstate we stopped to get my skis. M knew the skis would be little, but they were much shorter than me and I'm only 3 feet tall!
Once we got to the ski hill, M realized why we didn't have any ski traffic to contend with on our drive--they were already there! So we had to drive into town & wait for the shuttle bus. It took me a while to get used to walking in the boots, but we finally made it to the bus stop.
Once we reached the resort M let me ride in a wagon with my skis until we got to the lift. Then when M actually got my skis on she had to coax me to let go of the wagon. I wasn't too sure about the whole skiing thing at that point. We finally got on the ski lift and I realized that this skiing hobby had a lot of potential. It was a fun ride up--we were so high up and it was fun to watch everyone below us skiing.
Since we got to the mountain so late it was lunchtime by the time we made it down our first run, so we sat down on the snow to have a picnic. 
I only lasted about 2 hours, but we went on 3 different lifts, 4 different runs--one even had a ski jump that M helped me over-- and went up and down a total of 7 times. I only lost my skis once--when I was between M's legs and we started going a little fast and I wasn't putting all my weight on my skis and they started going out of control. By the time M was able to stop my skis had fallen off--we didn't fall down, but we had to climb a little ways to get my second ski.I was a little wobbly the first run, but on the second run I wanted to try it all myself so M let go of me and here are the results. Notice that even after the fall I am still having fun--laughing as M comes up to me.
After about my fifth fall I decided it was safer and easier for M to hold unto me. So the rest of the runs I stayed between M's legs holding onto her poles so I didn't get ahead of her and I let her lead me down. We practiced turning and stopping. M says I did really well until about the second to last lift up and I realized my hands were cold. After a few tears, M finally made me understand that we had to go down to the ski lift and up another one before we could get all the way down to our truck again. That settled me down for a little while, but then I had my meltdown on the last run down and it was not fun for M since I was crying most of it and cried in the wagon all the way back to the bus. M thought for sure I would crash and sleep all the way home. Crash I did--in the bus on the way back to the truck but as soon as M picked me up to carry me I woke up and stayed up all the way home.
All in all it was a very fun day. M thought it was a success since the whole point was just to get me comfortable with the skis and the whole concept. M could definitely tell I was more comfortable on the seventh run than I was on the first run. My skis stayed straighter, I was standing up straighter and kept my full weight on the skis to keep them on the snow. M hopes to get me out at least one more time this winter--maybe when Aunt M and Uncle W come to visit us.
