I am in Kandersteg. Part of the Swiss Alps. And tomorrow I am going skiing. I have not been downhill skiing since the church youth trip to Afton Alps when I was 15. I was not particularly good at it and I spill down the hill losing both poles, both skies, my hat and a glove.
And now I’m going to attempt this again on a decidedly steeper slope.
I needed moral support so I texted Shaun. Here is our conversation.
Me: OMG I’M GOING TO SKI IN THE ALPS!! PRAY FOR ME!!!
Shaun: Come here. You can ski in the Rockies. Multi-continent.
Me: Fulfilling a life-long dream.
Me: I am going to die.
Me: You can have my record collection and my new computer.
Shaun: Don’t die. Bend your knees, slowly turn making lovely arcs down the mountain.
Me: Lovely arcs. Cartwheeling is still making arcs.
Shaun: If you yard sale it will be funny.
Me: If my blog was paying me for this story this would be worth it.
Shaun: I don’t remember enough technical stuff about skiing to be any help. You strap two sticks to your feet and throw yourself down a mountain.
Me: And I will even be sober.
Me: Well. I guess this is what the kids call a YOLO moment.