Winter sports are fun
The Winter Olympics are really fun to watch, and with all the snow here at home we can relate to what it’s like at the Olympics in Canada.
About 20 years ago we decided to try to learn how to ski and took a trip to Loveland, Colo., in February. I was 62 at the time and believe me, I discovered I should have learned at a much earlier age, however I did enjoy it.
I found very quickly that I was overdressed and got too warm, as it is work. When you check in they measure your height, weight and give you the length of skis accordingly. We rented boots and everything we needed. Naturally we took lessons and I immediately fell in love with it.
Ada is the one who wanted to do this and I was the one who got hooked. She never felt completely at ease looking down a long hill and had the fear of the speed, which is what it takes to really enjoy.
I found the thrill of the wind whizzing by my face and learned how to maneuver the turns back and forth. Learning how to get on and off the ski lifts is quite a trick. At one point Ada lost one ski as she was getting on and was frantic at the top as she had to get off with just one. Luckily someone in the next lift picked it up and brought it to the top. Getting off the lift is just as tricky as getting on.
Skiing is a thrilling sport and we went several times since then, once with our family to Red River, N.M. It amazed me how the young ones took to it so easily, possibly because they are built closer to the ground than I am. My granddaughter, Erin, would whiz by me and say, “ Come on Grandpa, go faster.”
The ski routes are color coded and you start out with the easiest. We have gone skiing at Lake Tahoe, Red River, N.M, Breckenridge, Colo., and Steamboat Springs, Colo., where it was a thrill for me to ski with my son, daughter-in-law, and grandsons.
I have decided that in my next life I will start at age 5. Don’t wait till you’re over 60. We have enough snow in Lansing right now, I am kind of wishing for my old fashioned sled again.