It's been over 15 years since I was on a downhill ski. My past experiences with downhill skiing--in California, Colorado, and New Zealand--have been fun, but nothing to brag about. As I recall, although I could ski, I never could figure out how to stop, so even though I restricted myself to the bunny slope, I spent a lot of time on my butt!
This weekend I decided to give downhill skiing another shot with a trip to Bristol Mountain, a resort not far from Rochester. I still never ventured beyond the beginner slope, but I'm happy to report that after a 1.5 hour lesson and 4 hours on the slopes, I didn't have a single fall. And I think I've finally got the hang of that snowplow stop!
I had one close call (above) when another skier cut in front of me, but managed to remain upright even then.
(Action photography by Dale Bloom)
Things have changed since the days of the cumbersome rope tows. Bristol Mountain has the fabulous Magic Carpet, an escalator-like lift (above) that whisks you to the top of the beginner slope. Awesome!