On the one hand, I've been disappointed because I haven't skied more; not necessarily more days, but more hours per day, because my "days" have often been two or three hours at the end of the afternoon. On the other hand, who cares how many hours I skied, because I'm so happy with my progress this season:
* First ski clinic. I had an awesome time with our little group at Diva West, under the tutelage of Stew, who just kept patiently reminding me of the task at hand, while I whined and grumped around until I got it, and that few hours grew into a season's worth of learning. I've probably got a few things wrong, and will need some corrective action next season so I don't get too entrenched in bad form. But oh boy, I milked those lessons for all they were worth, and things feel awfully good!
* First railroad tracks.
This winter I started to suspect that I might sometimes be carving, and it certainly felt like I thought it should, but I figured nah, can't be, just keep skiing. Then a few weeks ago I came down one of the big open faces that lead to the Collins Angle Station, and on a whim I stopped to look up and sure enough, there they were, long narrow parallel lines wiggling right down to where I stood. Carving isn't my normal condition, but honestly, I thought I was pretty far away from it.
I'm also working on turning while in a tuck, but I guess that's more like
wagon train tracks.
* First fun in crud. I used to dread it and thrash around in it and generally just try to survive it, but lately I've been seeking it out and
playing in it! I think my balance and technique are just good enough that I can find the right piles to turn in, or just turn between the nice piles because that fits where I want to go better, or skip from the top of one soft pile to another without getting thrown off kilter.
And the other day my Shoguns taught me another option, which is simply to blast big long turns right through all of it. I'm not skiing much off-piste crud, just the chopped-up, pushed-around, uneven-textured, often half-frozen, and sometimes boggy stuff on what once looked like groomed slopes. Very cool.
* First time not panicking if my skis leave the ground for a millisecond. Not that I've been catching air, but for the longest time I'd just lose it if a bump or lip made me lose contact with the earth. You know those little jumps kids develop next to the groomers, that launch them when they zoom by? I just try to absorb most of the lip and end up just dropping an inch after leaving it, and it's no.big.deal.at.all. I think it's better balance and stance (special thanks to
@marzNC for urging me to keep elbows forward of ribs and not crouch over).
I think that's enough. Who knows where I'd be if I'd taken more lessons and had more time on the snow, but frankly, for someone who started the season afraid of falling because of what a mess I was last season, and who hasn't done much of anything for physical conditioning, I think I did pretty darned good! Who knows what could happen if I start next season with some aerobic conditioning and a few palpable leg muscles?