I wish I had tried harder to learn to ski (snow ski, that is) when I was young. My one big opportunity came in the South of France…seems like anyone could ski in surroundings like that.
It was a gorgeous sunny day in the mountains. Hang gliders sailed off the mountain, rode the wind down, then glided to a stop on their skis.
I was decked out in official ski equipment, ready to try the smallest bunny hill.
Actually, it wasn’t even a bunny hill. It was a small incline.
I decided to start there, headed downhill (like two feet), and watched while my feet and skis zoomed out in front of me. I fell backwards onto the snow and lay there, watching the hang gliders from a new and interesting vantage point.
And that was that. I quit.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at an outside cafe table with a glass of red wine and let my husband enjoy his time on the slopes.
But I do wish I had tried a little harder.