uphillklimber
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Yup. Although after learning as a young teen, I didn't really ski much at all until recent years.3.5) I was taught "the basics" by a friend or S/O, and from then on "self taught".
A recent thread about a man teaching his G/F to ski has got a lot of people chatting. I am now curious how many amongst us are self taught, taught by a family member, and how many actually used lessons to get themselves going.
In my case, I learned cross country skiing from a friend when I was about 21. He showed me how to put on the skis and basically said walk with the opposite hand moving with the opposite foot. We watched each other and just did it. I fell so many times on the glazed crusty snow my hips were killing me. (Great first day, eh?) But I fell in love with skiing that day. We would ski all over golf courses and up trails into the woods and over the hills. We particularly loved skiing up hills, because it meant we could ski back down them. Pretty much if I can get up a hill, I can get down it and vice versa.
I raised 5 children, all of whom I got into cross country skiing. It's a whole lot cheaper than down hill. After my first two moved out, I got some free tickets to Cranmore on the radio. I grabbed two of my boys and we were off to ski! I started on the Penguin carpet, teaching myself how to turn and stop in both directions. Always a hockey stop, never a snowplow. From there, I went onto the green trails and made some laps, worked up to a blue, and accidentally ventured onto a black. All in the first day. My boys? They had taken a boarding lesson at Sunday River and played around in the back yard with snowboards. I gotta say that it was not fun as a father watching them shoot straight downhill, stopping at the last minute. They picked it up real fast. I skied for 5 hours straight, and was so lame in my legs that if I didn't have cruise control, I'm not sure I could have driven home.
After that, I skied for a couple years, no lessons. But I rented a room at Sugarloaf and it came with a free lesson. My wife and I said, why not, so we signed up. It was that day that I learned how to get out of the back seat and my quads no longer killed me. I instantly appreciated the value of lessons. They point me in the right direction. I have never had a formal lesson since, but every now and then I'll "poach" a lesson from an instructor. If the timing is right, and it's about something I need to improve, I'll listen to him and follow his group down the hill for a run, and work on what he just instructed his charges. I also observe people and emulate those who ski well. I love following my buddy Skiracer around the mountain. Follow his actions and tracks. I get better skiing with someone better than me.
Nowadays, I don't pay for lessons for me, but I do pay for lessons for my S/O, if only to keep peace in the house. I do not want to be in position to order her around and tell her what to do. Peace in the house is so valuable to me. That doesn't mean I won't give a pointer every now and then, but my strategy is to sign her up for a lesson as she progresses. I find it interesting how she is willing to listen to a paid expert, but not me! LOL!
After watching Wide World of Sports (remember that?) for years I tried skiing at Big Vanilla in NJ...total disaster, spent the day in the lodge with bleeding feet. tried again at 20..not much better. Married a skier at 30..and was forced to learn. Spent a few years at Mountain Creek learning to ski on solid ice, then went to Belleayre to learn on real snow, then Hunter...17 years later..total fanatic..even drove the now former wife crazy with it...and yes I have taken some lessons, the best one at Jackson Hole, an all day group lesson for $80.00...talk about a bargain..and she damn near killed us..
Sorry slug, Big Vanilla was in NY.
Really..where? I was..13 I think..snowed like crazy that day...skinny skis, crappy boots..lodge was at the top I think, I walked up to it..