Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Our little skier


Our son started skiing four days ago.

He has made it to the bottom of the beginners' hill 24.5 times. The half occurred when he turned left into the line of skiers side-stepping up the hill and decided to go back up for another run rather than complete that one.

He can snowplow to a stop, which in my opinion, is the most critical skill. Most times, he can get back up when he falls. And in his last two days of ski camp, he has managed to stay up during the majority of his runs.

He hasn't mastered turning through the cones yet, often ending up at a standstill with his skis headed across the hill. Once there, he hasn't grasped the concept of pointing his skis back down the hill to get started skiing again. But he's working on that.



As parents, my husband and I help him gear up, give him pointers on form, and wait in the cold at the bottom of the hill to catch him or any runaway skiers and stop them from skiing out onto the creek.

Once he shows his instructors that he can turn through the cones and snowplow to a stop, they'll pair him up with a ski cadet to ride the ski lift up and come down the big hill.

My son doesn't seem to be too eager for that although today I watched him quietly sizing up the ski lift. I can tell that day will come too soon for Mom.

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