<p>Living in Colorado gives us great opportunities for both downhill and cross-country. Both are great fun, but downhill considerable less so if the resort is crowded. Large crowds are not fun, either waiting in line or on the slope itself. Last year, we started concentrating on some of the smaller, less-crowed areas and had a blast (at a cheaper price, too). Our favorite spot is Telluride: huge area and zero crowds!</p>
<p>But, unlike my wife, I - born and raised in the South - started skiing as an adult. The first day was mostly miserable (until I figured some things out). So dont make any of my…</p>
<p>First Time Mistakes…
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[li] I wore too much clothing. I figured that it was winter, it was near freezing, and I’d be out in the snow, so I’d better bundle up. Aaaargh, was that a mistake! Dress in layers and have a small day-pack on your back to stuff those layers into when the sun and the effort begin to make it feel like a summer’s day!</p>[/li]
<p>[li] I rented equipment at the resort. Think of cattle being “chuted” through to the slaughter station! Long waits in line, but then you’re rushed through the ourfitting in a way that you have no idea whether you’re properly fitted or not or whether you have the equipment that’s best for your first time(s). Much better to go to the local ski shop or sports store and rent in advance, get some personalized service, and be ready to ski when you get there.</p>[/li]
<p>[li] I did not get an initial lesson. I figured that my wife knew how to ski, so she could teach me. She got so frustrated with my frustration that she said so long and took off without me.</p>[/li]
<p>[li] I headed straight for the chairlift to the top of the mountain. “Bunny Slope??” Wasn’t that for little kids? Not for me! I wanted the real mountain. The first hurdle I did not overcome was the short Black-Diamond-worthy slope at the top of the chairlift. Of course I went sprawling, the operator had to stop the lift, and everyone glared at me until I got out of the way.[/li][/ol]</p>
<p>Later, after shedding several layers and going over to the bunny slope, I then began to see that this sport might be fun after all.</p>
<p>And then one final bit of advice: The easy part is going downhill. The more difficult thing to learn is how to turn. I tried to do everything my wife and others told me about how to turn - where to put weight, what to do with my feet and legs, how to shift balance, and on and on. NO WONDER I COULDN’T TURN! It’s impossible to think of everything you’ve got to do and then do it. </p>
<p>But then I decide to use the “Think Method” (think of Robert Preston and the Minuet in G). I just kind of imagined I was Jean Claude Killy and did NOT try to analyze about how to make the turns. I just had a vision of what I wanted to look like as I made the turn. And guess what? It worked. And since I also imagined Jean Claude doing those “hockey stops” after a downhill race, shooting up a lot of snow in an impressive stop, that’s how I learned to stop. I kind of skipped the wedge stage.</p>
<p>Try it and have fun.</p>