Sunday, February 01, 2009

Purple Flurry

So, I tried downhill this weekend! A first, at least since I was in 8th grade or something. Before this time around, here was how I considered it in comparison with my obsession with nordic (cross country).
  • lovely adrenaline rush
  • expensive (gear rental. K, this one isn't exactly fair - you have to either buy or rent for x-c also. Though x-c is cheaper)
  • time consuming (you know how mountains are always further away than they appear? Ski-able hills in Wisconsin are like that too. Only you can't see them at all.)
  • expensive (lift ticket)
  • fun (chair lifts - hooray for all things escalate-y!)
  • expensive (food)
A few things to note: at Granite Peak, near Wausau, there is no intermediate option for skiing. Once you skip exiting the chair lift at the half-way-up station, you're beyond the point of no return. It's all black diamonds to return to ground zero. Now I've been told, and am quite prepared to believe, that black diamond runs on hills in WI are laughable compared to black diamonds in real, live mountains. However, for a complete newbie, those things are still sufficient to help you learn things about yourself you never knew. For whatever reason, it doesn't help if conditions are moderately icy, or if you throw in the thick metal support poles for the chair lift into a narrow run.

So when Linda, Javier, and I spent a day at Granite Peak, I'm happy to report no major encounters with support poles, trees, or innocent bystanders. For Linda and Javier, this wasn't even a question: they both knew their skill level, and knew enough to challenge themselves appropriately. I, on the other hand, fell heaps of times, and REALLY biffed it three times. You know, the kind where you're going tail-over-tea kettle at high speed and need to simply relax and wait it out till you slow enough to plant a ski pole and hang on for dear life. Even so, I didn't really get hurt at all, till the last one when I sprained my thumb. That time, I was going super-fast, but not overly worried about it, till - well, I'm not exactly sure what happened but suddenly I was down, head-below-feet, and ramming pretty quickly toward a group of trees I had been about to try avoiding. Javier was ahead of me and says he couldn't say what happened, exactly; all he saw was a purple splotch blurring by. (I'm not sure why, really, I had to be the only one on all the slopes all day wearing a coat that color?!!). I did slow eventually, and was able to regather myself and my wits. No clue how my thumb managed to do that to itself, but it wasn't so bad that I couldn't take one more full-length run before we called it a day. Since then tooth-brushing and card shuffling have been a bit of a challenge, but given the circumstances I really don't think I have cause for complaint.

So, are you ready for the updated list, now that some experience is thrown in?
  • insane lovely adrenaline rush; definitely a blast!
  • expensive (gear rental. K, this one isn't exactly fair - you have to either buy or rent for x-c also. Though x-c is cheaper)
  • time consuming (you know how mountains are always further away than they appear? Ski-able hills in Wisconsin are like that too. Only you can't see them at all.)
  • expensive (lift ticket)
  • fun (chair lifts - hooray for all things escalate-y! why don't they have these for x-c??)
  • expensive (food)
  • humbling
  • great time with friends, great stuff to learn, and a lot less work than cross country!
Even with all that it has going for it, call me cheap, call me a chicken, but I'm thinking it might be a while before I next hit the slopes. Cross country is the life for me....

Then again, if you're going (and it's somewhere other than Granite Peak!), well, you know where to find me!

4 comments:

  1. I LOVE the graphic - too funny :)

    I tried downhill once in college. Eh. I'll stick with cross-country as well!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Great story!! Years ago I got a 9:00 morning call to try downhill skiing with a bunch of women. That particular day a bunch of students & teacher were also on the ski hill & went back to school & told Jim. He insisted it WAS NOT HIS WIFE & almost bet his next paycheck that it was not me! We had a ball & I never went again but remember a gal flying by me yelling "Help", another one was halfway down & wouldn't go any further. Good memories!!! Glad you had "fun". Aunt Lynnette

    ReplyDelete
  3. @Becky - thanks Becky; hooray for x-c! Want to go this weekend?

    @Aunt Lynnette - this made me laugh out loud. Somehow it doesn't surprise me too much - way to keep Uncle Jim guessing!

    ReplyDelete