Getting comp tickets for skiing, Love it! This will be my first time skiing since I was 12 years old skiing on the Bunny Hill with Sally. I don’t remember too much from that skiing trip, however, I Do remember us snowmobiling. Here’s two young 12 year olds who can’t weigh 80 pounds, and the owners of the snowmobile rentals said we were to light to ride by ourselves, surprising enough, even to us, we convinced them to give us our own vehicle……Big Mistake! As we are riding down the snow paths, Sally is in front of me and within the first three minutes runs into a tree. I am laughing my ass off and soon I am wrap myself around a tree. The instructors removed our vehicles from the tree and now were off and running….don’t you know we did it again two minutes later, they removed the vehicles from the tree, Again! Finally we are out of the path and into open snowy fields. I absolutely loved feeling the cold wind in your hair, on your face and in your teeth, Yes teeth, because I was laughing so much!
About an hour goes by, and our time has run out so we need to return the snowmobiles. I remember how bad it was to maneuver through the paths so I decided to take a short cut back to the office. I saw an open hill that had only one obstacle…a clothes line full of clothes and sheets. I saw everyone down at the office waiving to me so I ventured on down. They were actually waiving for me NOT to come down this way. In my head, I saw them saying, “Come on down”. So here I am with excitement flying down the hill, when all of a sudden I hit a bump and my snowmobile veered in the direction of the clothesline…. I was out of control! I got entangled in the clothesline and was trailing fresh laundry behind me. What a sight this must have been, a scared 12 year old on a snowmobile with sheets and underwear flying in the wind and everyone chasing me. I returned the snowmobile to the office and they asked me Not to return.
I hope I don’t disappoint my friends on this ski trip.
Beth Palser Studio 