What's yours Wendy?
Returning to the "Mountain" to ski on March 18, 2006 after my skiing accident on February 28, 2002! I KNOW I've never been more proud of myself! They didn't give me great hope about ever skiing again.
Second to that ...volunteering to teach children with disabilities to ski! I absolutely LOVE that!
Great!
We're all proud of you, Native Vail Gal!

Me too!You should be proud Wendy! That was a truly fun day.I hope we can do it again and make it even bigger!!
).Oh, stop being such a modest, walk in the shadow stereotypical female! Stand up and shout: "I just huck a 10-foot cliff!!!" :cheer: Wait, that was a 15-footer!!! :DWow, I'm impressed with what others have said for their proudest ski moments - especially those taking instructor's exams. Congrats! Mine is quite lame by comparison, but I'll share it to give you guys a laugh.
I've had to work on fear management for most of my skiing life. A few years ago I was skiing following a major dump of very light snow. I was off-piste in an area of the resort I was not that familiar with. Suddently, with a sickening scraping sound my skis came to a stop. I found myself traversing the very steep front face of a large boulder. My tracks behind me revealed several feet of rock. I tried to backstep but the steepness of the exposed icy rock made my skis slide uncontrollably - with a very real potential for CONSEQUENCES. Sidestepping up or down were equally problematic. I decided ooching forward was my only option. This led me to an 8-or-so-foot drop into what looked like deep powder.
No proud moment so far -- I felt really stupid! It took me a looooong time standing there to get the mental and intestinal fortitude to push off the rock into the air. I first had to convince myself there probably was not a pointy dead tree hiding in the snow, waiting to impale me. I tried to visualize what the fall would be like, including the importance of keeping my hands and weight forward, and the need to pull my feet into my body to avoid scraping the side of the boulder with my skis as I dropped... And then I did it, making a nice bomb hole in delightfully soft fluff. I screamed with joy and amazement that I had actually done it! I was very proud. :cheer: