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Ski School


I finally signed the older three up for ski school. For family home evening we went and rented skis. The kids were so excited. Only my oldest daughter gets it, though. Three hours in the cold. What she doesn't get is the other part of it. Three hours in the cold falling down. Oh, yes, I remember skiing as a child. It was quite miserable at times. It was also terrifying to watch my sister, on her first day of ski school, not know she was supposed to get off at midway. Six hours later, I found her. That's how long it took to get off the slope. I am not chuckling right now. That would be rude.


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  1. JoeyNovember 20, 2008 at 8:41 AM

    I am not chuckling, I am laughing out loud!! Yes, 30+ years later I can laugh about that day. I remember every detail of that 6 hour ordeal. I begged the ski instructor to let me take of my ski's and walk down the mountain. He refused-- he must have gotten paid overtime on this Saturday. I think the normal time to come down the mountain from the top of Sundance is about 10-15 minutes.

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