Before I got sick (actually on New Years Day) Morgan and I went skiing at Santa Fe Ski Basin. I hadn't been skiing in about ten years, since I last went as a sophomore in high school on the winter field trip. I was hoping skiing was a little like riding a bike: that it would just come back to me.
This was both Morgan and my first time to Ski Santa Fe and Morgan's first time snowboarding. Before this he had only ever been skiing once.
It was a cold day at the mountain (10° below zero at the summit!). But
I fell only one time (to your and my shock both), but was pretty certain I was going to never catch my breath after that (or warm up). But I realized that it's not that I'm not fit (but I'm not), but that the base is at 10,350ft, so I definitely noticed that catching my breath was more difficult.
In the end, Morgan and I met up for lunch and to hit some of the lower runs together.
|Somewhere near the pink arrow is where I fell|