Who in their right mind would learn to ski at age 65? A man with a mission and that man happens to be my husband – Jay. He never learned to ski as a kid even though he grew up about an hour away from the ski resorts at Lake Tahoe, California. His family didn’t ski – they were avid golfers and played virtually year round. None of his childhood friends skied so he never thought much about it, until now that is.
His motivation is a little pig-tailed three year old named Norah (our granddaughter). You see, Jay doesn’t want to be the grandfather waiting in the lodge for everyone to finish skiing – not that the lodge isn’t nice — but he wants her to remember them skiing together. He wants to share memories of mugs steaming with hot chocolate and marshmallows at Cushing’s Cabin.
In order to do that he needs to be good enough to not just to ski the mountain himself but to be able to take care of her safely also – follow her through the trees if need be. He knows has a long way to go since he is starting at square one but that’s not stopping him.
There is no better time than the present to get started so he signed up for a Max – 4 “first time on skis” lesson and was greeted by Deer Valley ski instructor, Peggy Philbrick who just so happens to love first time skiers. He was joined by a couple fellow novices for the lesson – Danya from Las Vegas and Megan from Birmingham, Alabama who were both excited to learn to ski.
Peggy made Jay completely comfortable from the minute he clicked his boots into the bindings and headed to the skier conveyor where first time skiers move to the top of the run. Peggy explained the importance of rising up to a standing position with skis parallel and letting them float down the hill. Then after gaining speed slow down by using the wedge. These novices repeated this time after time to really feel the experience of skiing while adding in right and left turns. In a little over an hour, they were making nice wedge turns and skiing in control. Jay came home tired but very happy from the lesson.
The next day, Jay and I skied together to practice his new skills on the gradual slope of the Wide West beginner run at Snow Park. I followed him watching in amazement at how he maneuvered his turns around the cones — practicing his turns. He looked so relaxed! I could tell that he will be a pro in no time not just because of his determination but because he really was having fun out there.
Since we moved to Park City, inevitably the topic of skiing comes up with just about everyone we talk with. Surprisingly, I have heard more than one person say they don’t ski because they are too old. Too old? I am not talking about sixty year olds here, these are forty year olds talking to me. Really? Too old? Maybe they have no idea that age is a state of mind.
To me, being young means:
* being open to new experiences.
* skiing during a snow storm to experience fresh powdery snow.
* riding the lift when it is five degrees out and seeing snow speckles resembling diamonds.