The last couple of years, my buddies and I have been doing a ski trip in Beaver Creek, Colorado during winter break. My buddies come from all around the country and we stay just about a week on the mountain. One of my close friends from home has a house in Beaver Creek and he is extremely generous to let all of us come out and trash his house for a week. We have a great time on the mountain and apres ski, but that's beside the point of this blog.
Anyway, all of my buddies ski at different levels. Some of my buddies are better than others. You would think that my buddies from Texas would be the worst skiers. This was not the case the first year we were there. One of my friends, Steve, was actually from Colorado just like I am, and he is the focus of this blog. We realized after the first green, groomed run Steve was a little further back than the rest of the group. He had only skied once in his life, and he had fallen a good twenty times before we even got down the first run. Once we got down the mountain, Steve decided to do the bunny hill the rest of the first day. The second day he stayed at home and nursed his injuries and bruises after the tumbles he took the first day.
The third day was the day that we all had uncontrollable bursts of laughter. Steve decided that he was done with the bunny hill, and he decided to ski a run with all of us. During this run, we took a "wrong turn" and "accidentally" took Steve down a run that was much steeper than he would ever be comfortable with. We all told Steve that there was only one way down, and he took it a little too seriously. We were all expecting him to try and ski down, but that never crossed Steve's mind. He immediately popped off his skis in the middle of the run and handed them to me. Then, he took a running start down the hill and eventually ended up in a butt slide. He slid down the entire run with snow flying in his face, under his jacket, and in his pants. We were all skiing next to him laughing as this snow cloud was sliding down the mountain. As funny as that was, Steve hasn't been skiing with us since.
Anyway, all of my buddies ski at different levels. Some of my buddies are better than others. You would think that my buddies from Texas would be the worst skiers. This was not the case the first year we were there. One of my friends, Steve, was actually from Colorado just like I am, and he is the focus of this blog. We realized after the first green, groomed run Steve was a little further back than the rest of the group. He had only skied once in his life, and he had fallen a good twenty times before we even got down the first run. Once we got down the mountain, Steve decided to do the bunny hill the rest of the first day. The second day he stayed at home and nursed his injuries and bruises after the tumbles he took the first day.
The third day was the day that we all had uncontrollable bursts of laughter. Steve decided that he was done with the bunny hill, and he decided to ski a run with all of us. During this run, we took a "wrong turn" and "accidentally" took Steve down a run that was much steeper than he would ever be comfortable with. We all told Steve that there was only one way down, and he took it a little too seriously. We were all expecting him to try and ski down, but that never crossed Steve's mind. He immediately popped off his skis in the middle of the run and handed them to me. Then, he took a running start down the hill and eventually ended up in a butt slide. He slid down the entire run with snow flying in his face, under his jacket, and in his pants. We were all skiing next to him laughing as this snow cloud was sliding down the mountain. As funny as that was, Steve hasn't been skiing with us since.
Classic story of a ski trip with friends. When I first learned to ski a couple years ago, my friends did a similar thing to me as to what you all did to Steve. My first run skiing was down a blue, not the bunny slope because "we got on the wrong lift." And on my next ski trip, my friends led me down a black diamond on our first run - not ideal at all. I tumbled down the mountain both times. However, the rest of both trips were super fun after I learned to ski, and I can see the hilarity behind watching your friend slide down a mountain harmlessly. "Yard sales" are even better as long as no one is injured.
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