AnnKH
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I had two experiences at Whitefish last week that made me sad. The first was a teenaged snowboarder on his butt, at the top of a blue run, asking me if I would help him up. Of course I did, and he told me it was only his third time on a board (not surprising, since he couldn't stand himself up). I told him he was not going to be very happy in the direction he was headed - he should stick to a green run. He replied "But my friends went this way!"
I told him his friends were jerks, and suggested he take off his board, walk a little way back up the hill, and head down on a green run (I gave him specific directions). The thought of this poor kid trying to struggle down a long run, far past his ability, boiled my blood. At least on a green run with more traffic, there would be someone else to help him up if necessary - he was headed into a quiet area.
The next day, I saw a woman struggling with a trail map, so I stopped to ask what she was looking for. She was on a green run traversing the mountain; a man who turned out to be her DH was partway down a steep blue, waiting for her. The conditions that day were lousy - icy and crusty, difficult enough for those of us accustomed to it, and terrifying for this woman making snowplow turns. When I asked what she was looking for, she said "The easiest way down!" she was on the verge of tears. She explained that her DH is very athletic and a good skier, and he kept telling her she could ski much harder runs than she was ready for. She had spent the morning in a lesson on the bunny hill.
I escorted her along the nice green trail, and showed her how to get where she was going. We ended up on a green run with my condo at the bottom - I was on my way in. We stopped a few times along the way, and she told me how much she did NOT want to ski with her husband on the blue runs - she was perfectly happy where she was, and she wanted to have fun, not be terrified. I felt so bad for her - instead of rejoice that she was out on the slopes at all, her DH was making her miserable.
I hope the "friends"/DH of the people I met are rare exceptions, and most people who introduce new folks to the sport they love give them a chance to get comfortable before leading them all over the mountain - or abandoning them without any direction. I think of all the years I spent skiing backwards until my kids (and my DH, for that matter) were comfortable on their own. I sacrificed some of my own skiing, but I eventually ended up creating my very best ski buddies.
I told him his friends were jerks, and suggested he take off his board, walk a little way back up the hill, and head down on a green run (I gave him specific directions). The thought of this poor kid trying to struggle down a long run, far past his ability, boiled my blood. At least on a green run with more traffic, there would be someone else to help him up if necessary - he was headed into a quiet area.
The next day, I saw a woman struggling with a trail map, so I stopped to ask what she was looking for. She was on a green run traversing the mountain; a man who turned out to be her DH was partway down a steep blue, waiting for her. The conditions that day were lousy - icy and crusty, difficult enough for those of us accustomed to it, and terrifying for this woman making snowplow turns. When I asked what she was looking for, she said "The easiest way down!" she was on the verge of tears. She explained that her DH is very athletic and a good skier, and he kept telling her she could ski much harder runs than she was ready for. She had spent the morning in a lesson on the bunny hill.
I escorted her along the nice green trail, and showed her how to get where she was going. We ended up on a green run with my condo at the bottom - I was on my way in. We stopped a few times along the way, and she told me how much she did NOT want to ski with her husband on the blue runs - she was perfectly happy where she was, and she wanted to have fun, not be terrified. I felt so bad for her - instead of rejoice that she was out on the slopes at all, her DH was making her miserable.
I hope the "friends"/DH of the people I met are rare exceptions, and most people who introduce new folks to the sport they love give them a chance to get comfortable before leading them all over the mountain - or abandoning them without any direction. I think of all the years I spent skiing backwards until my kids (and my DH, for that matter) were comfortable on their own. I sacrificed some of my own skiing, but I eventually ended up creating my very best ski buddies.