This article first appeared in the old Wisconsin Skier on December 17, 2006. I add the video and republish.
If you are reading this chances are you like to ski. Pass the love of skiing onto someone you love!
None of us got to where we are by ourselves. This is true with our skiing. I would guess for most of us our first ski trips were with Mom and Dad. I can barely recall my first ski adventures; forgotten trips with Mom and Dad. For reasons I will not get into here, my family stopped skiing and I was too young to have much of an impression about skiing.
Later on, my father got back into the skiing. This was when I was in high-school and he took myself. We met a friend of his and went to Hidden Valley. I remember putting on the gear and listening to some J. Geils music on the radio (Freeze Frame & Centerfold) and because I crashed often getting wet (just jeans) . However, I started to get the hang of it and then I stopped again.
I went to college and then from that point the closest I came to skiing was when I was rooming with some ski nuts and then from time to time we would go up north in the winter. However, at the time I refused to ski preferring ice fishing.
Then I went overseas for six years. I lived in the Middle East and there was absolutely no skiing. However, my father once again took it up and my brother joined him. When I returned from the Middle East my father & brother were skiing regularly and the joy was passed to myself.
How I wish I skied when I was in the Middle East. It would have been cheaper to visit European ski resorts. Oh well, better late than never.
Pass it on to those you love.