Whitetail

Tonight's experience was so traumatic, I felt the need to express it artistically.
I haven't skied in 7 years, so I started on the beginner slope. I had that down pretty quickly, so I moved on to intermediate (blue). All was well until, as you see, I missed a turn and ended up on a black diamond, careening out of control.

Now, I don't like to consider myself a scared person. But I was terrified. I wiped out really badly and then found myself in the middle of the mountain with no way to get down. I had to go back UP the mountain, as you can see, and there was no way to know that I would not end up on the black diamond again, endlessly throwing myself down the slope and going back up the lift until I died. What if I NEVER got down the mountain!?!?! Seriously, I lost my composure.

Someone I didn't know had to guide me safely back to the blue slopes, where I was so freaked out that I fell several times more and invented a move I like to call "Superman." You kind of slide down the slope on your stomach wicked fast for about a solid minute or two, collecting a huge pile of ice on your face. I didn't even try to stop myself. Just enjoyed the trip.

Anyway, it was a blow to my pride. Though I don't claim to be a good skier, I don't like to fall on intermediate slopes. And I DO NOT like to get scared and freak out. But falling is good sometimes. Where else can you completely wipe out, lose articles of clothing, sprawl out all ridiculous and in the way, needing help from strangers...and still be okay? Sometimes it feels good to just hit the ground.

It was wonderfully traumatic, and I was gloriously out of control.