I had to give myself a serious pep talk this morning to tug on my stocking cap, heavy jacket, long johns, and to pull on the stiff enormous ski boots I rented yesterday evening. I lumbered down the stairs of my hotel, Frankenstein-lurching, picked up my skis from the ski room and walked up the block to catch the gondola. The long wait in line allowed my adrenaline to fall to a reasonable level, and I was on the slopes!
It took me a few runs to get my sea-legs (so to speak), but after that I was off to the races, just like Murray promised. I stuck to the easy routes (which were a lot more challenging than the easy routes back home- no School Marm on these trails), and it took me a good couple minutes sliding sideways down the first run before I had the courage to point my skis downhill to execute a left turn. But once that first turn was successfully accomplished, the rest (left and right) came as a breeze. I ate a hearty lunch outdoors on the mountain (goulash suppe, my favorite) and took in a few more runs before the snow started to get icy and I started to get seriously tuckered.
I had just enough energy left to race to the ski place to extend the loan on my skis for one more day. Bet I sleep good tonight :-)
Love T
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Wow - the international jet setter - next we'll be reading about you in the Entertainment news. Sounds tiring but loads of FUN - keep safe, warm, and well fed. Love you dad
ReplyDeleteGoodness sake Tory -- what an adventure!!! I'm not sure my ski-legs are still there. I thinks it's been about 15 years since I last slid down on slope on skies (I've definitely slid down slopes without skies, but that's not nearly as much fun). Send some kisses to the Eiger. Are you skiing from Mannlichen or where? Love Mother
ReplyDeleteI'm sticking to the mountain called First. Great views of the Eiger across the way!
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