So where have I been for the last 2 months? Well I have no excuses other than ski-ing and trying to find a job. At the end of February we went to Park City in Utah for a week-my first experience of ski-ing (unless you count that morning in the Alps when I was 13 on a school trip and my instructor told me not to bother coming back in the afternoon as I was a 'lost cause'). Park City was nice, a good place to go as a beginner I feel. The first day was not ideal, we got our skis and made our way to the slopes but Bambi here fell over straight away and then decided she was scared of ski-ing. Husband was not the most sympathetic teacher, in fact he lasted 10mins before I told him to go away and then spent half an hour trying to get off the pre bunny slope only to go and sit in the toilets and cry. This seemed to be a recurring theme throughout the holiday! My first lesson in the afternoon gave me some confidence and I decided I could conquer the chair lift however, as we neared the huge contraption I decided then would be a good time to have a panic attack! My instructor would not let me off though even though I begged and pleaded and explained I was scared of heights-he just took me by the arm sat with me then dragged me off the other end-I'd done it! Wow I didn't need to do it again did I? Wrong-3 more times in that afternoon but in hindsight it was the best way to get me used to it. So I met husband after my lesson in the bar-'that was fun wasn't it?', 'yes honey' (how could I tell him, I was petrified, freezing and would rather be on the beach sipping a cocktail out of a coconut shell?) So the next day I decided I needed a rest-yes really ,so spent a very pleasant morning walking around Park City, having breakfast and coffee-very civilised! That day we moved to a big house to meet up with the rest of the gang-yes this was better the house was gorgeous and we had a hot tub! Drinks in the evening and other company and things were starting to look up. But then Saturday came and it was time for another lesson, again I felt like I couldn't breathe as I stepped gingerly on to the snow but my instructor alleviated my worries and I actually started to have fun-apart from the biting cold obviously I am so much more of a sun person!
Apres-ski, now that's where its at-beers in the hot tub while it snowed? Yeah I could get used to this. The next day we decided to go to another resort-The Canyons-ok looked kinda scary, I'll just check out the bunny slope-NO WAY! I spent a lovely day swimming in the outside pool and sitting in the sauna and hot tub whilst the others skied, then lunch at the Farm with the group was heavenly followed by prossecco at the bar whilst the others, yes you guessed it, skied!
Another day anther try at Park City, I felt like I was getting the hang of it, I was now taking the lift on my own and was ski-ing down the bunny with a smile on my face-yes I could get to like this. That is until I bumped into one of the group who said they'd ski with me and take me down a green, ok I thought, he's been ski-ing all his life I should trust him. 30mins later stuck on a blue run I am crying that I can't do it, I've skied into a tree, fell over countless times and the bottom seems a long way away-I hate this sport! I finally rolled to the bottom and decided enough was enough that's it I've had it, husband can come with his friends every year and I'll go to a lovely hot location with my sister-perfect! But no the others wouldn't give up they insisted on coming back on the slopes with me in the afternoon and I have to say I enjoyed it, maybe I could get used to it, watch this space...
