Today, I went skiing with my sister and her friend. Following the Noreaster that hit the DC area and East Coast this weekend, we headed up to Whitetail in Mercersburg, PA.
The roads were not too bad, but there were some ridiculous testaments to local area's governments and how snow removal can literally be worse than leaving the snow on the road. We saw a few cars on the side of the road, and some near accidents.
But, back to the skiing. We took a few runs down some black diamonds and due to all the new snow, there was a significant amount of snow on the slopes as well. Lots of snow means moguls. I'm not averse to moguls, but they require a LOT of fitness and practice. Also, they are not conducive to my style of skiing, carving huge turns and cruising.
I used to be pretty decent at moguls in high school, which is now I guess quite a while ago. I'm not nearly in the shape now that I was back then, but I'm working on it. Today, I took a few bump runs and had to take some breaks, but one particular run, I had a particularly good run. I was going at a good pace and having fun in full view of the lift chair. That's when it happened. I hit a small jump, and landed in a rut between two moguls. Right ski pops off. I then caught my left tip in the downslope mogul, and boom, left ski pops off. With no skis on my feet, I fly forward and face plant directly into the backside of the downslope mogul. Since there was all the snow that had fallen last night (all that snow had created them afterall), my face was driven directly into the fresh powder.
It was a great fall, one that I am pretty pround of since I laid like that for about 5 seconds laughing, and I got plenty of entertaining comments from the skiers on the lift.
I have now skied for every year since 1980, so this is my 26th season skiing.
Posted by yakuza at February 13, 2006 12:06 AM | TrackBack