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Show asked my voice quivering in doubt and fear. Havering m "No your task is getting down thSffi? feet n myskis- thirty feet on my back. "You're Sure I thought, if I could stay on my back and slide down the hill 1 a have no problem at all. Then I saw what the horror of Majestic for beginners was: a little thoroughfare about ten feet wide sloping down at a 60 degree angle and looking half its size and twice as steep. With great reluctance I started my snowplow. At first I thought things were going fine. Then I realized that I was going much too fast. I feli on my back. It's the smartest thing to do. It was a start-flop-stop the rest of the way down that trail. We snowplowed the rest of the way down and the lodge came into view. I began to feel fairly good about my experience, until a five year old demon came zooming past me. I went to the lodge, bought a drink and withered into the background. ,y Darrell Leo Skier mo WANT TO GO FRIDAY WITH THE gjy SIGN BELOW, read the ;thei5l be great," said al,eal'Jn our bearded editr -siast;h w reluctance I inSon the line. I Ia of the great novice fin -own the in slope at breakneck tit arrived at Brighton, I t hat the sun was no longer There was more to.come. rtmit a word of advice, I Si huffled across Se Sot and up the stairs to the i'h cumbersome boots. start you off on c. chuckled Kathy fm exchange editor I not knowing the plication that laid within that atement. Paralleling Skis lh skis dangling from my :st, Erickson took me on the lift, it 'first, I had no fears, no articular sentiments about riding 1(1. Only until I realized that ie lift stopped not some 70 or 80 at up but went clear to the top (I what began to look like a very Seep hill did I begin to feel this day was not the bowl of cherries I had expected. "When we get off the lift, place your hand on the seat and ski down the ramp," said Erickson. Then, I realized as he said "ski down" that I didn't know how to ski. In one awkward motion I flopped off the chair and down onto the ground tangled in skis, poles and myself. People rushed past me screaming encouragement like "Hang tight!" If I had only followed this advice, I would have continued to hang tight-hang tight to the ski lift chair and continue back down the mountain. "Stand up," Erickson commanded. "How?" I replied. "On your two legs." "Oh!" From then on, I spent my time between standing back up, falling down and sliding on my back down the trail. I still didn't really know what I had gotten myself into. Ron Scott, supplement editor, and his wife Kathy had just gotten off the lift. "What idiot brought these two kids up here?" asked Mrs. Scott. "They don't know how to snow plow. They definitely can't turn. And most likely they can't stand up." "You should have started them on a beginners hill," said Scott. "This isn't a beginners hill?" I |