I started skiing when I was in junior high school (yes I know I'm dating myself by referencing the junior/senior high model instead of the middle/high school model).
Since my parents didn't ski, I learned while I was on a church youth group field trip to Glenwood Springs. After that, I had few opportunities to go skiing, because that's just not what we did as a family. We did plenty of other activities, just not skiing.
Throughout my high school and college years, I went skiing less than 15 times. When I got married shortly after turning 24, my husband didn't like skiing, so even though we lived in Aspen, I still only went skiing a handful of times.
Fast forward 15 years and SO much has happened in my life, including a divorce, being single for a while and then re-marrying by sweet DH, Tom.
Tom LOVES to ski, which re-ignited my desire to get onto the slopes...which, in turn, ignited the boys to all learn how to ski or snowboard.
Several of my Perfect Moments have included skiing with my hubby and family...but this one is about ME.
I recently got to take a PRIVATE skiing lesson and ski the entire day by myself. It was...PERFECT!
Although my schedule was cleared until the boys got home from school, I wanted to practice what my instructor, Phil, had told me.
It was a sunny day with new snow, and since it was a weekday, it wasn't crowded at all. In fact, half of the time I was on the quad chairlift by myself.
At lunch, I decided to take a couple of runs and then hit the road. Each time I flew down the mountain, I had a smile on my face. "One more run," I thought and would get back in the lift line.
Finally, at about 3:30, I headed to the car with a HUGE smile on my face. What a great (PERFECT) day!