Visiting my good friends, "H-bomb" and "Hammer" and their two boys on my way east. The kids (both under 7 years old) are pretty into skiing and they are eager to take me on my first trip to the mountain. I lived in Montana my whole life and never tried skiing--partly because we never had much extra money growing up, but even later in life, I felt like I had "missed the window" to start--but ultimately, my hangups seem like excuses to stay in my comfort zone, so I embrace taking the plunge and rent some ski equipment.
The experience proves to be a greater challenge than I had anticipated. I take a two-hour lesson and feel more confident on the flat land, but when I attempt a steeper hill, I'm reminded that I have a lot to learn (i.e. I fall a lot and struggle with stopping). That's enough skiing for one day.
There's plenty of other activity to occupy our time. Hammer constructed a custom kitchen table from scratch and we haul it from the wood shop to the house on a trailer. Time for some Mario Kart.
