My last season teaching skiing was in 1974 and I also taught sporadically in Avoriaz, France, during the winter of 76-77 while I was preparing our move to North America. Since that time, I haven't been officially active ski instructing, but have spent hours skiing with my wife and children and in the process, done with them pretty much as I would have done, had they been paying customers.
That's right, you can take the skier out of the ski-school but you can't take the ski-instructor out of the individual. Turning my head back, every now and again when I ski with someone else, is engrained behavior and there's nothing I can do about it. Also, turns don't ever happen by chance with me (when I make some,) they're planned and as finely executed as I possibly can.
The offshoot of that ingrained behavior is that I take my skiing extremely seriously; more so in fact than I should perhaps, and this indeed is what keeps my passion for the sport seemingly intact. I see the mountain, other skiers and the perfect ski gesture differently than others and, in the process, never fail to discover something new that I had never been able heretofore to put my fingers on. Skiing is an addiction I want to suffer from for as long as I can...
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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My legs hurt just looking at the video. This is skiing vicariously.
You've got to admire the cameraman skiing backward the whole way;).
BTW, is it always that crowded out west? You really have to look to find somebody cutting you off or the parisian hanging out behind the bump. It is the desert out there!
This was actually shot on January 27. Since that time, the world has gotten out that skiing in Utah was pure Nirvana, plus it's now spring break season, so skiers are more visible on the run except this particular one, because it remains a handful!
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