Do you Ski?

So there seems to be this common question we get asked living here up north, Do you ski? It's like asking someone who just moved to California, Do you surf? And just to clear things up, they are talking about cross country not down hill. So today we decided to try. We left the house in our very funny shoes to walk out to the ski trails. By the time we got there I had a pile of snow in my shoe but it was my idea to go out and give it a try so I tried to bare the pain. As we started out we didn't even make it to the first trail and I was ready to go in, I was cold and it's actually hard work cross country if your not use to it. My skis were very slippery which was great for flat areas, but the trails started having hills and the first hill I tried making it to I wasn't able to get up because every time I made it somewhat up the hill, I started to slide down again, so Andreas had to pull me up the hills. Then there are the curves, not knowing how to go around a curve I kind of went straight into the bush and into really deep snow, so I tried to turn around and give it another chance but silly skis just got all tangled up and I couldn't figure out how to get them untangled and before I knew it I was on the ground tangled in skis, arms, legs and poles. So thankfully my Swiss hero came a unlocked my shoes so I could get up. So that happened once again when I was attempting another hill, but what's worse is when you stick both those things together. We had given up early and were already on our way back home taking ski trails to get there, when it came, a steep hill with a curve at the bottom. Andreas being a skier from the alps, ;) perfect position and speed and curve. And I, Jessica being from the flat lands ended up going with tremendous speed down the hill screaming, Andreas yelling back "trust the skis hunny!" then it came to the curve, straight into the snowbank with great speed flew Jessica, face first. It was such an epic crash that I lost my shoe, it was still attached to my ski that was sitting on the trail waiting for me. I was laughing so hard I started to cry then my tears started to freeze, I lay in the snow with my shoeless foot in the air, and Andreas yells, "Do you need help getting up?"

So Andreas came to my rescue and unattached my foot from the ski and placed the snow filled shoe back on my foot and said, "Let's walk home."