Celebrating 30 Years of Skiing

Whenever I find myself on top of a mountain in winter, especially when it’s snowing, I feel  a rush of emotions. Above all, I am always amazed that I am there, that I ever took up the sport, and that I stuck with it despite a discouraging beginning. Equally important, I am grateful that I can physically do it and can afford it, as it takes stamina, some level of skill, and a decent chunk of money. I’ve experienced this same introspective moment every year for 30 years straight and I’ve experienced it all over the globe.

How it all began

Growing up, no one in my family ever skied. I didn’t even know anyone who skied. We were a lower middle-class family living on Long Island, NY. It was flat. Very flat. When it snowed, kids took their sleds to the highway overpass because it was the highest point in town. After high school, I went “upstate” to college in the Catskill Mountains. There I did meet people who skied but it had no draw for me. I hated the cold. I was happy playing tennis and racquetball or running around the track. I survived winters mostly by huddling under an electric blanket with socks on.

Then, in September 1988, my husband died unexpectedly. I was young, only 42, shocked to my core. I was busy working and going to school but the weekends were long, lonely, and empty. As winter approached, my mourning deepened. My friend Marie suggested I try skiing. She had recently taken it up and thought it would be good for me. I remember her saying ”You’re so athletic, you’ll be good at it. You’ll love it. It will make the winter fly by!” I numbly agreed. (At that point, I did everything numbly.)

Year one

So…on a Saturday in January 1989, I went with her on a bus trip to a small mountain nearby. She loaned me a ski suit, hat, goggles, and gloves. I bought a beginner’s package that included skis and boot rentals, a group lesson, and a pass for the lower mountain lifts. She went off to enjoy herself and I lined up outside the lodge with the “never-evers”, which that day happened to be just two 8-year old girls and me. (I told the instructor that I was tall for my age.)  The girls went off with a cheerful young woman and I got a private lesson with Jason. Poor Jason. Try as he might, I just could not get the hang of it.

First day re-enactment

All my racquet skills — quick footwork and good eye-hand coordination — did not help me. The ground was slippery as hell and no one ever threw me a pole. Staying vertical was an insurmountable challenge. While the two little girls schussed over to the chair lift, I could not stand up long enough to get on the rope tow.  I did not come close to anything that could be called skiing.

After the lesson, I went into the lodge and stayed there sipping hot chocolate, people-watching. It was such a complete different world, almost like visiting another planet, and I was fascinated. Riding back on the bus at the end of the day, I realized that, for the first time since September, I had temporarily stepped out of my sad “sorry-for-myself” state of mind. This part I liked.

Soon after, Marie and I joined the Hudson Valley Ski Club. We went on a few of their day or weekend ski trips and to several meetings and dances. I really liked (and needed) the social part. The group activities helped me explore being single again without having to date. Meanwhile, skiing itself continued to be difficult. I didn’t love it and I was not at all good at it. I had restless dreams before every trip, too many embarrassing moments, and more than my share of bruises.  The one part of my friend’s prediction that proved true was that it did make the winter fly by.  It also continued to be an escape to another world; worrying about bodily harm all day kept me from thinking about and grieving my loss.

1990: More smiles than skills

Year two

Somehow Marie convinced me to not be discouraged, that the first year didn’t count because it was so icy in the northeast. As my alternative seemed to be sitting home alone and crying, I  returned for a second year and found that the club was offering a trip to Austria. I thought that if I couldn’t ski well in NY and VT, then it would probably be a whole lot more fun to not ski well in Europe. I signed up.

St. Anton am Arlberg was gigantic, way more intimidating than the NY mountains. Everyone else on the trip could already ski, leaving me without a ski buddy, so I enrolled in 6 days of “‘skischule”.  We had to first ski off to determine our level. I took one turn, immediately fell, and wound up with a group of similarly unskilled people; 8 of us altogether, 4 men and 4 women.

St Anton am Arlberg

As you can imagine, it is not easy to wedge the Alps. Our instructor Hans was a man of few words who worked us very hard. Mostly he showed us what he wanted, saying “Do this. Do that. Follow me.” first in German and then in English. We started by side-stepping uphill for a few feet and sliding down, all day, to the point of exhaustion.  Mid-week we moved on to attempt the ground lifts, which took us up a little higher.  We ended the week by actually getting on chair lifts and skiing, in sloppy parallel style, all the way to St. Christoph, the next town, for lunch. For the very first time, I actually enjoyed myself. I had fun. I felt masterful. I was hooked and my love for ski touring began.

Year three and beyond

As they say “The rest is history.” I kept at it. I went more often; I took more lessons; I got better. I made lots of new friends. I bought my own equipment, several silly hats, and eventually a helmet. I discovered hand warmers and boot gloves, which made the cold temps bearable.

When I moved south to North Carolina in 1993, I refused to give it up.  I joined the Raleigh Ski and Outing Club and continued my new passion.  Day trip skiing was not available so I went on more week-long adventures.

1 Gold, 20+ Silvers, 8 Bronze

In 1995, I tried their annual race training camp in Steamboat Springs, CO and learned to run the gates. I went almost every year. I won lots of medals and qualified three times for the NASTAR nationals for my state, by age and gender. (Not a lot of older women in NC race.)

Over the years, I’ve traveled and skied in Colorado, California, Nevada, Utah, New York, Vermont, Wyoming, New Mexico, Canada, Italy, France, Austria, and Switzerland. I started taking my sons with me and they learned to ski and snowboard. We’ve become a snow sport family!  It’s a great way for us to spend quality time while doing something fun, active, and healthy with a group of other people.


With my sons in Steamboat Springs, Jan. 2019

January 2019 began my 30th year.  I found myself on top of a mountain in CO under a bluebird sky… still feeling amazed that I was there, immensely grateful that I can still physically do it, and thankful that even in retirement I can still afford it. I take none of this for granted; I know that one injury could end it all.

Fun fact: More than 90 US resorts give free passes to people over 80. That is one incentive to keep at it. Plus, it makes the winter fly by!

12 thoughts on “Celebrating 30 Years of Skiing

  1. Nancy Greenman February 10, 2019 / 11:43 pm

    Wonderful story ! Was ski club really 30 years ago ?!?!??? I did my one and only ‘wilderness ski’with them. I really felt proud: 20 miles ! Keep at it, ML.

    • accidental goddess February 11, 2019 / 12:02 am

      Yes. It was that long ago. Hard to believe, isn’t it? Which is why I wrote this story.

  2. Michele Carlo February 10, 2019 / 11:56 pm

    This was a wonderful summary of your relationship to skiiing as well as the revealing story of how it all started. All beautifully told. Thank you.

  3. Terri Searle February 12, 2019 / 9:54 pm

    .. Being a long time HVSC member, I am happy that we helped to increase your delight in skiing.
    1990- still going ….

  4. Donna February 13, 2019 / 12:32 am

    That was great ML…come ski with us…80 is the goal!!

    • accidental goddess February 13, 2019 / 1:25 am

      Maybe next year!!

  5. renderonn February 20, 2019 / 6:42 pm

    I related to this so much. I had the exact same reaction to skiing and the cold when I moved from Albuquerque to Montana, but it’s an amazing sport.

  6. Ricki Douglas May 2, 2021 / 8:57 pm

    Great article. I laughed out loud twice! When I was in my 30s, I wanted to live to 70 because they gave out free passes. Now that it’s for eighty-year-olds, and I am 64, I can’t believe I thought 70 was living to a ripe old age!

    • accidental goddess May 3, 2021 / 1:16 pm

      I know!! “Old” is always 10 years more than you are now. We’re running our of time.

  7. Ernie Braasch March 18, 2022 / 12:39 am

    Mary Lou, thanks for sharing this very personal and beautifully written article. For me, there are also the three amazing things you’ve experienced with skiing. Being able to spend time and connect with the wonder, beauty and majesty of the mountains during the winter is a special treat. The amazing skies, whether bluebird or stormy, the vistas filled with mountain peaks and beautiful trees and the brilliant, white snow that covers everything touches something deep inside of me. It lets me know how small and insignificant I am and that there is something big, powerful, beautiful and spiritual out there. The second thing that keeps me skiing are the wonderful friendships with people and the chance to share wonderful times and memories with them. It’s fun to see so many people smiling. The third is the opportunity to master a skill that can never be perfectly mastered, but a skill that we can slowly gain. I love the challenge, the speed, the ability to master something difficult, and to see gradual improvement in my skiing.

    • accidental goddess March 18, 2022 / 4:01 am

      Oh, yes, yes yes. All that, too!!

    • accidental goddess October 10, 2022 / 11:10 pm

      Yes, Ernie. ALL this!!

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