December 12, 2005
My big brother took me snow skiing for the very first time. I was a freshman in college and got a call from Doug asking me if I wanted to go. Even though I had never actually even been in the same room as a pair of snow skis before I said, you bet and off we headed for Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
Being a novice at the sport I was given a pair of really short skis (which I can tell you is pretty embarrassing when standing in crowded lift lines). But what was worse was the brand name of the skis… Atomic Rookie… which was exactly what I was I suppose. Those skis mocked me the entire time I was there.
My form left much to be desired. Experienced skiers keep their knees and ankles tucked tightly together as they slalom down a hill. I kept my knees and ankles as far apart as was humanly possible one foot on a mogul up the hill the other foot on a mogul down the hill, all the while going as fast as was humanly possible on those short little skis. In other words, I was a train wreck looking for a place to happen. Good times.
Of course, I didnt look like a rookie skier, not at all. I looked like a seasoned vet. I wore a pair of big bell Levi blue jeans which I had sprayed with Scotchguard, a thin blue sweater, sunglasses, and I shaved my beard off and into a Fu Manchu for the occasion. My brand new pair of five dollar ski gloves completed my outfit. Yes, I looked very much like a professional skier. Im sure nobody suspected that I was, in fact, not.
All that to say, I found this commemorative picture Doug drew and sent to me after the trip and I thought he might enjoy seeing it again. Thanks Doug.