I want to get out and try to practice skiing, but the queue for the gondola is still long due to the locals, so I head out around 10am for the bunny slopes.
At first, everyone goes really well. I’m turning and speeding down the hill without any real effort. After an hour, most of the slope is getting taken over by students, and one of the staff on the magic carpet tells me I should maybe try one of the green runs at the top of Whistler. I’m feeling super confident, so decide to give the Upper Whisky Jack a shot.
My first warning was when I got to the top of Whistler and find a vicious wind beating everything down. I don’t have goggles (the bunny slope doesn’t really need them), and the snow is super hard because of it, but I press on.
It takes me about 2 minutes to realise just how big a mistake I’ve made. There’s two awful crashes, one that takes my poles halfway down the slope, and another that literally rips my gloves from my hands and needs someone to help me up. It does not take me long to weigh up my options, and make the humiliating walk up the tiny amount of run I’ve made to flee back to the bunny slopes.
My confidence is completely shot to ribbons. Think I’ll need another lesson before I want to try my luck again. Course I’m also planning a snowboarding lesson beforehand, so that might not help.