Skiing Northstar

I ski.  I have fun skiing. I am not a good skier. I am, however, getting more confident which means I’m slowly taking bigger risks. You can probably guess where this is going…

T’was on the Tahoe Zephyr Express where I overheard a bit of wisdom pass from one generation to the next. The father explained to son that stopping is the single most important skill in skiing. One can ski any trail, no matter the complexity, as long as they can apply the basic skill of stopping.

Shortly thereafter as I carved my way down the ridge line of Mount Pluto, I opted for the trail less taken: a.k.a Upper Drop Off. I got about half way down the trail when things started to get a little squirrelly and I knew I was going down. I’m not sure what other folks do or think when they find themselves in this sort of situation? I, on the other hand, started laughing and cursing aloud uncontrollably and simultaneously…all the way down. It was glorious. In between the spurts of laughter and curses I was quietly hoping that the spill was being caught on video (it wasn’t).

Fortunately, I was no worse for the wear (you didn’t think otherwise, did you?). I dusted myself off, caught up to my run-away ski a few yards down the hill, and finished a couple more runs. I had a lot of fun skiing Northstar this weekend and can cross ski California off of my CA bucket list.

Of course, the trip wasn’t all about the skiing. Ali and I hopped the gondola to the ski village to sample the establishments and even made our own candle. Although I’m not permitted to share the photo, my favorite picture of the whole weekend was Ali and a chainsaw carved creature looking thing. Priceless!