On Friday night after work, the Mountain Man, the Pie and I piled in the car and headed down to Corvallis to visit with our friends Nathan and Morgan, and go cross country skiing.
When I was 15 or so I went downhill skiing with my mom and brother and our neighbors Markus & Klaus. I thought it looked like fun.
After about an hour on the slopes, I was done. I hated it.
I remember telling my mom later that I didn't know why anyone would pack all that junk in a car, drive for two hours and get all bundled up just to get sweaty and fall down.
But here we were, 15 years later, and I was ready to try again.
The Mountain Man packed the Pie in his coat.
I really wish I had some pictures from the trail. My camera was in my pack, and I was too busy falling down to get it out.
And the flopping around in the snow like a turtle on its back didn't help much.
I got the hang of some of it, a little bit. I made it down some little hills without falling. I got some glide. I don't think I made it up a single hill without planting my tush a time or three.
I made it about a mile before I was begging someone to alert the Forest Service that there was a body on the trail. I figured they'd send a snowmobile.
Sadly, Nathan informed me that there were no snowmobiles on that trail and I was going to have to haul myself out of there.
I asked the mountain man to drag me.
He just turned around and started skiing back to the car to drop me & the Pie off.
Thankfully there was a warming hut near the trailhead where the Pie & I sat while the boys went back out.
I sat in the warming hut listening to the yammering of the semi-drunk snowmobilers.
The best part was hearing them trash talking the "stick walkers".
I was pretty happy to be back in the car, even though the Pie doesn't like car rides.
I may have thanked Nathan for renting us "death blades" and I may have made reference to it being torturous drudgery. I might have compared it to childbirth.
I asked Nathan why anyone would ever go a second time.
"for the challenge" he said.
I don't understand that. I sucked at it and was miserable, It was not fun. I mean I guess there were a few moments that were fun, and I'm glad I tried it, but I wasn't interested in going again. I decided that it was another hobby struck down by my personality. If' I am not good at it from the start, and if I don't think I can master it, it's not worth my time.
All was right with the world.