skiahman
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How am I gonna get down?![]()
I never asked her how she got down nor did she offer that info to me. Maybe I'll ask tonight at dinner and see what she throws at me.
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How am I gonna get down?![]()
I inherited someone else's victim - meaning she was taken to the top of an icy hill, was told to "just turn", and she was so scared and angry she swore she's NEVER do it again.
It was a long pull, but yes, I taught her, yes, we're still together, and she now skis 30-40 days a year.
Do you have a Euro licence plate that says Mister Moose?
Steveo
No. (You mean someone does?)
I inherited someone else's victim - meaning she was taken to the top of an icy hill, was told to "just turn", and she was so scared and angry she swore she's NEVER do it again.
It was a long pull, but yes, I taught her, yes, we're still together, and she now skis 30-40 days a year.
This is like saying you built your own space shuttle, installed a telescope on the dark side of the moon, can crush pencil lead into diamonds and have bent spoons with your mind. I bow to you.
I have been burned and vowed to never again attempt to teach not just my wife, but anyone how to ski. Unless you're a natural instructor, the longer you do it the more the "how" sinks deeper into the non communicable / non english places of your mind. My wife has asked me sometimes how I did or am doing something and I have no good answer, "I.....uh........well.........um......I don't know..... I don't remember how I even got to that."
I really don't know what I'll do in fifteen years when I have to teach my son how to drive. I'm just a really bad teacher I guess.
I must have seen you. I can't count a number of times I've seen a boyfriend take their date out there and within a couple of runs, she is screaming and crying. "why did you take me up here? YOu knew I couldn't do it, you jerk. How am I gonna get down? I can't believe you did this to me?
You can see it coming. I would never teach my daughters either for the same reasons. They got real good without me and now love blasting down ahead of me. Well, at least until it no longer was cool to hang around with Mom and Dad.![]()
Not just newbies. Hubby and I both experts, and he convinced me to go off-piste a couple years ago...swore the run wouldn't be an ice sheet like it was the year before. Well, I wasn't happy and wanted to ditch...words were spoken, I told him to go, I was effing fine without him..."see the liftline right there, 50 yards away...I'm climbing there myself". He goes off...I climb through thick evergreens, deep deep snow, tree wells...take my skiis off...the longest effing 50 yards ever. My cell phone is ringing, I'm ignoring it...sweating like a pig, exhausted. Finally get to trail, probably 20-30 mins later and there is hubby waiting about 100 yds down worried sick about me, I didn't answer my cell. Took an hour to chill out lol.
This is like saying you built your own space shuttle, installed a telescope on the dark side of the moon, can crush pencil lead into diamonds and have bent spoons with your mind. I bow to you.
I have been burned and vowed to never again attempt to teach not just my wife, but anyone how to ski. Unless you're a natural instructor, the longer you do it the more the "how" sinks deeper into the non communicable / non english places of your mind. My wife has asked me sometimes how I did or am doing something and I have no good answer, "I.....uh........well.........um......I don't know..... I don't remember how I even got to that."
I really don't know what I'll do in fifteen years when I have to teach my son how to drive. I'm just a really bad teacher I guess.
As "they" say people who can do can't teach.
I spent about 3 years teaching and developing my wife's skills on a board. She finally got to the point where we could ride together on just about any terrain and she could keep up. In other words, it was just starting to get really fun. Then we got divorced. :uzi:
Boy, I sure am glad I spent all that time waiting on the side of the trail for her while my friends were shredding some gnar.