Yes. Mount Moose. It doesn’t get more Canadian than that! I’ve always wanted to learn to ski since I was a teen. However, since my family don’t ski, I had never stepped foot on a ski slope never mind put on a pair of skis. Playing sport has always come natural to me so I was shocked when I struggled to even balance in the snow to lock my boots into my skis! It definitely looks easier and a lot more elegant on television.
Watching children glide down the slopes while I was ungracefully descending backside up screaming for my room mate to catch me, just made it ever so more frustrating for someone who had always been one of the best at sport growing up. Eventually, my personal coach ‘tried’ (tried being the key word) to teach me to turn. After several (failed) attempts and a sore bum from falling off the chair lift, the lesson resulted in having to put my right or left hand on alternative knees in order to turn. I felt about 7 years old again and I loved it!
As soon as the occasion arose to go skiing for the second time, I jumped at the chance. I spent my day repeatedly going up and down the slopes. Determination is really everything. On the same day, my room mate took me onto the big slopes. I never thought I would be good enough to see these views while I was here. A moment I will never forget.