Greg loves skiing, so much so that he has a house in Killington, Vermont just so he can go up and ski whenever he wants. We’ve driven there a lot this winter, and recently went up so he can have one last ski week before it gets too warm.
How was the weather you ask? Even though it was March, it was still…
Now you probably noticed I didn’t start this post with “I love skiing.” Because honestly, I don’t really enjoy it all that much. So while our boyfriends ski, my friend Ingrid and I go to the Killington Grand Spa. It’s the perfect day: we workout, get massages at the spa, and then relax in the heated pools while the steam wafts through the cold air. It is much better than skiing!
But then Ingrid went home for the week, and somehow or another Greg convinced me to go skiing with him. I blame you for this Ingrid!
Here’s what I don’t like about skiing: I don’t like putting on all of the gear, I don’t like being cold, and I don’t like all the time it takes to get up the mountain.
But Greg likes it, and I like him, so I found myself dressed in full ski gear with my only consolation being that my new ski jacket kept me very, very warm. You can find it here and the world’s warmest mittens here (I highly recommend both, for what it’s worth)!
We headed up the gondola, and while we went up we crossed over steep, scary run after steep, scary run. I kept nervously asking Greg what color those runs were, and he kept replying “blue.” Knowing we were planning on going on blue runs ourselves, and knowing there was no way I could make it down the runs I was seeing, I was getting more and more nervous. Finally a kind gentleman in our gondola took pity on me and told me Greg was teasing me and they were actually black runs. Thanks for that Greg!
We made it to the top and after one picture (now who’s teasing…) we began our descent down the mountain.
I have to admit, it was gorgeous up there with the blue sky and the trees draped in snow. It almost made me forget I was skiing. Almost.
The last time I went skiing was at Deer Valley in Park City, Utah. And these Vermont slopes felt a lot more icy and difficult to maneuver. Apparently the East Coast is known for its icy snow which makes skiing a lot harder. I’ll leave it at that since I’m not an authority on skiing. If you’re looking for a blog that expertly analyzes the ski conditions at various ski resorts, this is not the blog for you!
Greg is an incredible skier. He moves down the mountain so easily it’s as if the skis are part of him.
Me? Not so much…
It was about this time that a toddler (I’m serious, she couldn’t have been older than three) came whizzing past me and over to the black diamond run with her parents. It certainly did not help my skiing self esteem!
But nonetheless, I did it!
The best part about skiing with Greg? He provides a lift-to-lift ski carrying service!
Am I glad I went? Yes, I suppose. Do I plan on skiing ever again? I doubt it. Unless of course it’s for a press trip. As seen here I’ll do anything for free travel!
After a full day of skiing (ok probably like an hour and a half) we went back to the house where I immediately put on my bikini and headed to the jacuzzi with an entire bottle of wine.
Now this is a winter sport I can get behind!