LaneMeyer
New member
I started skiing when I was 19, for the first 2 years I skied with a bunch of friends and we all had zero style or technique.
While I was away for college I had a part time job, one of my older coworkers, Brad, told me he was a level 1 PSIA ski instructor. I had no clue what the PSIA was and really didn't care either. Brad was going to Mount Snow to take his level 2 certification during winter break and asked me if I wanted to meet him there one day and ski. I agreed and we chose a trail to meet on around a certain time.
EVERY time I go to Mount Snow the hurricane winds blow the powder off the mountain and leave the boiler plate exposed. So I am doing you a favor if I stay away!
It was a typical me Mount Snow day, windy, all ice, freezing and no snow. As I am on the chair I see this guy coming down the edge of the trail, carving perfectly spaced turns regardless of whats under his skis. Well it was Brad. I was blown away and I can still remember thinking to myself "that's what I'm supposed to do on these things!!!" The rest of the day I followed and watched his technique and watched him carve flawlessly down the steepest ice or whatever.
So needless to say that was my moment when my eyes opened and skiing changed.
While I was away for college I had a part time job, one of my older coworkers, Brad, told me he was a level 1 PSIA ski instructor. I had no clue what the PSIA was and really didn't care either. Brad was going to Mount Snow to take his level 2 certification during winter break and asked me if I wanted to meet him there one day and ski. I agreed and we chose a trail to meet on around a certain time.
EVERY time I go to Mount Snow the hurricane winds blow the powder off the mountain and leave the boiler plate exposed. So I am doing you a favor if I stay away!
It was a typical me Mount Snow day, windy, all ice, freezing and no snow. As I am on the chair I see this guy coming down the edge of the trail, carving perfectly spaced turns regardless of whats under his skis. Well it was Brad. I was blown away and I can still remember thinking to myself "that's what I'm supposed to do on these things!!!" The rest of the day I followed and watched his technique and watched him carve flawlessly down the steepest ice or whatever.
So needless to say that was my moment when my eyes opened and skiing changed.