Here's a fun story. The kids got me a ski lesson for my birthday. Said lesson occurred yesterday. At lunch, my instructor Kevin said that I am an "advanced intermediate" and he'd like me to try a black diamond run. I laughed. We got back out to the blues. A little bit later, he insisted. Said the black we would try is the same steepness as the blues I've done, just longer. Sure. Ok. The day is almost over. Challenging myself to the next level seems a nice way to end it. I power up with a chocolate chip Z Bar I'd stuck in my jacket for my daughter and agree to give it a go.
Kevin and I start down a run entitled "Go Devil." Thats right, "Go Devil." Its steep, but I take long, slow turns and don't look down. I feel pretty good. Then, wait. What? Moguls? There are moguls on this run? I've never even done moguls on a blue run. There are a lot moguls? Uh, KEVIN??!!#$*&&?
I stop. I turn around to Kevin who's been skiing behind me so he can watch and critique, and Kevin says, "I'm so sorry. This was a mistake."
Now I haven't taken many ski lessons, but "I'm sorry; this was a mistake" from the instructor does not seem like a good sign. Kevin further explains that he didn't realize this run had moguls. And I realize that a) Kevin is an idiot and b) I've still got to get down.
I really don't know how to explain how I made it down. I do know that it was very, very slowly. And with very little skill except a great big surge of that little ole thing called survival skill that kicks in when one has to save herself in a highly dangerous situation. So I pizza wedged, and I stopped. And I pizza wedged and I stopped. And, very important note here, I did not freak out. And finally, I made it through those bumps.
A little bit further on some smooth, groomed steepness I'd expected, and I arrived safely to the base of Mountain House. Thankfully I was stunned into silence at this point because completely securing his place as a person I never want to see again, Kevin then patted me on the back and said, "You were awesome. I can't believe you didn't just take off your skis and walk down. Or slide down on your bottom."
Thanks Kevin; I wish I'd known those were options!
Oh, and by the way Kevin, I just used this super secret method of finding out stuff, plugged in "Go Devil," and ... "Go Devil is a black run on Dercum Mountain, right below the terrain park . . . Go Devil is a long steep run with moguls and could be difficult for intermediate skiers, please be sure you are up to the challenge."
Anyway, you'd think that the best part of this story was that after congratulating me for keeping my skis on, Kevin handed me his card, said he hoped I'd request him next time I signed up for a lesson, and then skied away, leaving me me standing there at the bottom of the mountain drooling. Nope. The best part of the story is that LARRY ARRIVED AT GO DEVIL A MINUTE OR SO BEHIND US AND WITNESSED THE WHOLE DAMN THING.
And what does Larry have to say? "I saw your brown jacket and pink helmet and just couldn't imagine what you were doing there. I would have no more expected to see you than the pope."
Great. And why didn't my husband intervene? Well, he had this to say, "I'm just so glad it was that guy who got you into that situation and not me."
Ok. Alls well that ends without a major injury or death, right? I can't say that I will be rushing to do another black diamond run anytime soon. Still, it feels pretty good to know that I made it in one piece. And, I am fairly certain that a Take2 down Go Devil is in my extremely, need a lot more lessons from someone other than Kevin, distant future.