Another ski season is now over, so it’s time to conduct the annual debriefing and find out what I learned as a skier and more importantly as a human being through the turns I’ve made.
This season stood out for its lack of snow and its subsequent shortness all over the Western US. That’s mostly why skiing looked to be more of a chore than a thrilling experience, but still, I forced myself to go and discover new ways to have fun in a universe of scarcity and keep on learning new things and skills by “pushing the envelope” in the direction of doing “difficult things”.
When advanced skiers were skiing like beginners as the conditions got extremely tough, I did my very best to stay graceful and nimble on my pair of boards and make something out of nothing, or if you prefer “turning lemons into lemonade”. I learned a few new tricks like using the edge of a run creatively to work my way down an overcrowded spot by passing folks in places they wouldn’t go, using speed defensively and also cutting my way into slush, ice or other heavy types of snow.
In more than one way I discovered adaptation this season. First, to my advancing age, skiing perhaps less in terms of hours and vertical, but much more efficiently in the ways I expanded my energy into my skiing, in restraining my temerity and also avoiding potentially bad situations which resulted in almost no fall except for one single one in a terrible mogul, without any negative outcome. I learned to do more with less and return home satisfied.On the subject of satisfaction, I loved my new Nordica rear-entry boots, although they weren’t perfect but still made a huge difference in getting in and out of them. A few things should be done to them to tweak them into greater perfection, but that will be for another time. There was also the comfort provided by the new covered parking garage at the Canyons Village that made struggling into mud a thing of the past.
At 78, I learned more about advancing in age and accepting change, particularly when some younger and stronger skiers happened to pass me and leave me in the dust. I was still happy with myself and saw one door closing as another one opened up. Overall and in spite of some weaker muscles I did all the difficult skiing I used to do in previous years and I was pleased with my 72nd winter season. I also was grateful to have done what so many my age, and even younger, can no longer do.
I’m aiming at doing much, much better next year, snow and weather helping!







