Skiing at Snowsummit

Ha..this past weekend was the third time I went skiing in my life.

I can still vividly remember my first experience. It was New Year's eve and a bunch of us thought it would be cool to do something different. So up the mountains we trotted.

Little did we know the clear blue sky was just a mask and would give way to clouds and rain as the afternoon rolled on. Alas, it wasn't merely rain streaming down. Ice began to sting my already frozen face.

By early evening, all of us couldn't take the cold any longer and decided to call it quits. This was not before our clothes were soaked inside and out though. I guess skiing is not a poor kid's kind of sports so we wanted to cash in every penny worth of time alloted.

The second time was actually a couple months back during Christmas holidays. 8 friends made the way up to the renowned Mammoth Lakes for a weekend getaway. Upon arrival, the snow-blanketed town oozed a certain serenity and tranquility that temporarily lifted the mounting weight off my shoulders.

Needless to say, it was a memorable excursion. The skis were newer, the sky was clearer even the snow seemed whiter! Although it took a couple falls before I grasped some skills, it was an amazing feeling once you take off down the slope.

So after some recuperation, both physically and mentally, I finally took the plunge and joined in the weekly trips that my few select friends have taken up Snow summit on Chinese New Year.

Although I'm far from claiming to be an expert, I strived to perfect my runs and skids. And it might take another few trips before I unravel the mystery. Nonetheless, I'm one happy gal~