Skiing

Over Martin Luther King weekend, I went skiing with the church youth group. Now, the south is not the best place to go skiing, for obvious reasons. We drove 8 hours to West Virginia, where the skiing prospects are a little bit better. (Notice I said "a little").

For a few weeks before we left, the weather forecast was predicting beautiful spring temperatures in the 60's and raining. Perfect weather for skiing, eh? Fortunately, the weather cooperated a few days before we went, and the temperature dropped into the mid 20's, low enough for the resort to make snow.

We stayed at a house about 8 miles from the ski mountain (for those that live in the Western US, you can call this "mountain" a hill). We were able to ski for five or six hours each of the three days we were there, which was a sufficient amount of time each day to wear you out.

For those of you that prefer to find fun in ways not involving barrelling down a hill at break-neck speeds, there are three classifications for ski slopes: Green, Blue, and Black. Oh and there's double-black, but those are for the really stupid people who like to live with the question of weather or not they'll make it down the mountain alive. It was probably a good thing that there were no double-blacks where we were skiing; much less in the Eastern US, otherwise we might be looking for a new youth director.

I managed to go down the black slope a few times. Even fewer times without making a fool out of myself. But it was still fun. On the last day we skied, there was a lot of ice on the slopes, which provided some extra fun in watching the snowboarders spin out of control when they hit the ice. I personally didn't have any truly spectacular mishaps. I was the cause of one or two - but I'll leave that out of here ;-)