Skiing day today!
It all started with an early breakfast, then off to meet Rob and Curtis at work for 7:30. We made the decision to follow them there in our car, rather than go in Rob's big 4-wheel-drive wagon, as we thought that would give us the option of coming back early if we got tired or fed up. This is a decision we would somewhat regret later on!

Snow was forecast for today, and as we headed up into the mountains, we started to see it. The resort we were heading to is called
Big Sky...and what a place it was. Absolutely amazing scenery, tree-lined slopes, huge mountains, ski runs all over, and snow falling heavily.

We arrived at about 9:00 and Rob very kindly paid for all our tickets and equipment hire. A free day's skiing! After getting kitted up with boots, skis and sticks, Kip, Curtis and I headed for what Rob had indicated was an easy slope - "Lower Mr K". Curtis used to be a competition skier and said he would give me a quick lesson to get me going. So we jumped on the lift - what a great view you get from up there - and headed up the slope. Jumping off the lift at the top was the first time I had ever skied on snow (the only other time I had skied before was a long long time ago on a dry slope). It was quite exhilarating when my skis first touched the snow and I slid off toward the slope.

Curtis gave me a quick rundown on the way to turn and slow down (very important!), and we started down the slope, me traversing the route rather slowly. It only took a moment before I fell over for the first time. I seemed to be okay heading across the snow, but when I came to turn round I started going faster, panicked and fell over! After a while I got the hang of turning slowly and we continued down the slope. We soon realised, however, that the slope we were on was NOT actually an easy slope. It was very long and had some quite steep bits. So here I am, first time skier, already belting down the mountain like a looney. Some of you may recall a similar situation last time I skied! At least this time I could steer a bit!

But I fell. About 8 times. And rather spectacularly in one instance, which involved me going face-first into the snow, resulting in a bloody nose! After a short foray into some trees (!) I started to get better. Kip and Curtis were both quite impressed that I was doing so well. Apparently you don't normally do stuff like this till about the 5th day of ski school, so I guess I was doing pretty well, albeit intermittently!
I started getting so tired. Its amazing how many different new muscles you discover trying to ski. It was just such hard work trying to keep turning the skis, keep leaning forward, looking up, avoiding other people....and when I fell down, it took such an effort to get back up - having to reattach the skis to my boots got harder every time as my legs got more and more tired. But I made it in the end, sliding down to the bottom really quite gracefully I thought. What an experience! I was absolutely shattered. It had taken about half an hour, but it felt like I'd been at it all morning! I staggered off the snow and went to sit in the restaurant to recover. I was shaking, both with the adrenaline rush, but also from he sheer effort I had had to put in. I think I stopped shaking about 2 hours later! By this time, the rest of the guys were coming in for lunch, so we ate and rested for a while before heading out again.
I was determined to do another run, despite being totally worn out. The rest of the guys were going down some of the harder slopes, so I headed off to a slope that had been recommended by an instructor as an easy one - no messing about this time! Rob had brought walkie-talkies for us all, so I took one of these in case I needed to summon assistance(!) and headed off to "White Wing".
I started well, falling over as I slid off the lift ramp. Not a good start! but I got better. I made my way across the mountain to the start of the run and headed off, traversing quite well to start with. I got a little more confident on a flatter bit and just went straight, with parallel skis. That was fun. I really picked up speed. I must have covered a third of the run in that mode, until the speed I was going at started to worry me a bit, so I started steering up the slopes at the side to slow down. This worked, but, of course, having gone up the slope, I had to come down again, which set me off accelerating again! I only fell once during these maneuvers tho. I think because I was more relaxed, I was more conscious of my balance. As I was shooting down the run, I felt really good - one heck of a rush! I could hear the theme from Ski Sunday in my head as the trees went flashing past me!
As I stood on the final section of the run, preparing for the run-in, it made me think about how unreal it was that I was there. 4 months ago I was in a job that I hated, going nowhere, and now I'm stood on a mountain in Montana skiing for nothing. It was quite a moment.

Anyway, I made it down to the end of the run intact, felling very pleased with myself that I had done it. It's quite an achievement I think, having had no training, to manage to survive two ski runs with nothing more than a bloody nose and an aching body.

So I was now totally shattered and headed back to the restaurant to wait for the others. As I waited I watched the all the people coming and going. It was so nice to see families coming together, with the kids as young as 3 or 4 strapping on skis and getting about. It really made me homesick though, seeing the families all together. I so wished that was me.
Eventually Kip turned up, looking worn out, so we went and took some photos and took our equipment back - we had both had enough for one day. We sat in the bar and had a drink to toast our skiing successes, joined shortly by the others. And at about 4pm we headed off home.

Now, this is where we really regretted not taking a lift in Rob's car. Our little toyota was going to struggle a bit to get through the snow. It had been snowing quite heavily on and off throughout the day, so the roads were covered. And the roads down from the mountains are naturally very twisty and turny!! It was a bit of a hairy ride, but we made it OK and, once back on the freeway, we could relax.
What an experience we've had here. Everyone has looked after us so well and just given us some amazing memories that will stay for us for years to come.