A Lesson in Skiing
Which is not the same as a ski lesson. The latter is something you pay for, the former is something you earn. I thus dedicate this picture to Callum, my best ski instructor and friend, who taught me to slice and not carve; to bend my knees and put my weight back; and most importantly the value of a good fall.
And when you get to the rental shop in Austria and they ask you if you know how to ski, ask yourself if you have ever fallen in powder so thick that pushing down with your poles does not get you back up, but instead sinks you further; or if you have ever wondered if you're even moving because as far as you can see the whole of the world is a stationary plane of white, or finally if you have ever taken three or more gondolas to get to the top of a mountain.
3200 meters is my personal best now, and I think I'm finally learning how to ski (thanks Cal).
And when you get to the rental shop in Austria and they ask you if you know how to ski, ask yourself if you have ever fallen in powder so thick that pushing down with your poles does not get you back up, but instead sinks you further; or if you have ever wondered if you're even moving because as far as you can see the whole of the world is a stationary plane of white, or finally if you have ever taken three or more gondolas to get to the top of a mountain.
3200 meters is my personal best now, and I think I'm finally learning how to ski (thanks Cal).
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