The last time I remember really trying to learn to ski was two years ago at Snowshoe Mountain Resort. After five days, I walked away with a bruised bum, a solid pizza wedge, and a burning love of skiing, despite my amateur incoordination. After a few weeks skiing on some of the East’s best slopes, my skills aren’t much better, but it felt good to be outside embracing winter and meeting the shredders of the Southeast and Mid-Atlantic.
Major thanks to Seven Springs Mountain Resort, Snowshoe Mountain Resort, Ober Galinburg Ski Resort, and Beech Mountain Resort for being such gracious hosts. Next time let’s hope there are fewer self-clotheslinings. Here, for your entertainment, the ups and downs of being a ski newb.