Skip the heavy duty skiing musings if you have no interest in skiing and look directly at the photos, if you wish. If you want to read my skiing musings, start right here.
So I went to Killington yesterday. If it is possible to have an actual relationship with a mountain, I have it with Killington. I have done some of my best skiing there and some of my worst. I went there for the first time 2012 and got incredibly lost, fell multiple times, probably caused by my loaner skis and didn’t enjoy myself too much. But I took it in stride, as I do with skiing, just considering the whole thing another learning experience. This is one of the things I like about skiing. No matter what it is, it is a learning experience.
I returned to Killington last year for a week of wonderful skiing, where I proudly got a very bruised shin from a nice fall on a black diamond. I then went back up the black diamond and skied it correctly. And probably way too fast.
Yesterday I went to Killington again. I think this might now be my eight trip to that mountain. Yesterday, my love-hate thing with Killington resumed. I skied some nice downhill in the front part of the mountain and gradually made my way up. When I went to the top, all the trails were covered in moguls. To paraphrase one of my students, moguls to me is like a hell. Really like a hell. Give me a smooth surface black diamond any day of the week but moguls. No way.
But I skied them anyway, turning and carving my way down the mountain. I fell a couple of times, which is fine because I haven’t recorded a single fall this season. Many ski trips ago, I heard a man say “if you aren’t falling, you aren’t learning” and yesterday was my moguls learning session. I did a little ski jump, landed on my feet and proceeded to pretty much solve my skiing problems as I went along with the moguls. This is another thing I like about skiing. It is this constant problem solving exercise because somehow, somehow, you have to get to the bottom of that hill.