My Skiing Adventure

Snowflakes were falling in the FREEZING fresh mountain air. Nope, it wasn't Christmas, it was spring break and I was skiing for the very first time at Squaw Valley, Lake Tahoe! You should have seen my ski outfit! I looked like Neil Armstrong! I was wearing a gigantic ski jacket, ski pants, a helmet, goggles, skis, and ski boots. I was so excited to learn how to ski that I wanted to run to my class but all that stuff I was carrying only allowed me to walk 1 mile per hour.

Everyone was going up the pony lift, a ski lift that brings you up a hill or mountain when you grasp onto a handle. I have never been on one and didn’t know how to use it. When I tried to reach the handle to grab it, I almost fell on my face. That would have been very embarrassing if I did. I enjoyed the fun ride until I realized I didn’t know how to get out of the pony lift. I saw people let go of the handle and slide down the hill perfectly, so I did the same except I didn’t slide down the hill perfectly. Instead, as I let go, I slipped and landed on my posterior and slid down the whole hill exactly like that. After a few rounds on the lift, I finally knew how to get on and off of it perfectly.

We next took the gondola, is a tram that takes you up to the mountains. The gondola rocked precariously back and forth as it traveled. This made me so motion sick that I immediately threw up after we got off the gondola. I rested for a few minutes and felt better afterwards. Then, we went on a real ski lift.

This time, you could sit down next to someone while you went up. I liked this lift much better than the pony lift. The things I found disturbing was the distance between me and the ground, and the fact that I didn’t know how to get off the lift...again. Also, I was terrified that there were no seatbelts! As the end of the lift was approaching, I thought, “What if I take the lift back down? That would be pretty fun!” I decided to attempt to get off the right way.

As it turned out, I didn’t die and I made it safely on the ground! I skied down the steep hill with my class. Every second ,it seemed that I would fall in the snow. There were so many people skiing too and it was hard not to run into them if you were skiing for the first time. We went up and down again and again. Finally, class was over. I’m sure if I ever want to ski ever again, but if I do, I will bring a barf-bag next time!