Last week I was on school break, and I am proud to say that my major accomplishment during this vacation was learning how to ski. I'm eighteen years old, and to me (a first time skiier), it seems incredulous that some people learn how to ski as soon as they learn how to walk. It's safe to say that some small children certainly kicked my butt when it came time to hit the slopes.
I learned to ski at Gunstock Mountain Resort, located on Gunstock Mountain in Gilford, New Hampshire. They have a lot of things going for them there- several ski lifts, loads of trails, and even adaptive sports so that everybody- regardless of mental or physical disability- can enjoy skiing and snowboarding. Besides all of the activites on the mountain, they have an incredible lodge and a quick and easy system for renting equipment. They also have night skiing at Gunstock, which was one of the coolest things I've ever seen. The lights reflecting off the snow made the mountain even more fantastic.
In order to learn how to ski, I enrolled in a three day program called "Mountain Magic". Three days, each with two hour lessons, with fantastic ski instructors that don't care how old you are or how bad you are- they just want to help you improve. Their encouragement and love of the sport truly shines- making the experience all the better. And hey, at the end of it all, I learned how to ski. In fact, the last step of my ski lessons was skiing down from the summit, which has an incredible view of the nearby Lake Winnipesaukee.
Obviously my February break from school occurred during February, so Lake Winnipesaukee was mostly frozen. When driving, my family and I would even see people ice fishing out the lake! (I'm not so sure how I would feel about that... What if the ice cracks?) However, the scenery was truly gorgeous and only added to the fun experience. We stayed at the Village of Lake Winnipesaukee in Weirs Beach. Our living space was nice, even though I didn't spend much time there because I was skiing and hanging out at the mountain so much.
Before I went skiing, I had to get all new ski equipment. A couple of hundred dollars later (sorry, Dad) I had ski pants, googles, gloves, jacket, socks, and mostly importantly, a helmet. I looked like a skiier. All I had to do was become one. But, as I've said, the Mountain Magic program at Gunstock really worked for me. There were ten new skiiers that day, including myself, my brother, and my sister.
I thoroughly enjoyed my skiing adventure. It's sad that I learned how to ski when the end of the season is so close, but it was worth it. But, who knows? Maybe it'll snow one more time before spring and I'll get to go back. If not, then there's always next winter, and this time I will be ready.