This is the post my family has been waiting for, wherein I’m supposed to show embarrassing pictures of my first skiing attempt since I was 8 years old in Red River, New Mexico.

Sometime since I got here, my fiance took me shopping to buy cross-country skis and all the associated gear. The conditions hadn’t been ideal for us to step outside and practice, and I have to admit, I was pretty nervous. Thankfully, I had a wonderful teacher who is just the sweetest man in the world.

We took longer to prepare to ski than we spent actually skiing. It’s common knowledge that you ought to dress in layers for cold weather, but up to now my experience with that knowledge has only applied to conference rooms and teacher conferences where you bring a sweater in case it is cold in the meeting. Considering it was below freezing outside, we took some precautions:

I’m looking super pleased in that last picture.

So, we traipsed outside once my ensemble was complete. It was so cold! The buff around my neck was indispensable, and I tucked it up under the bridge of my sunglasses so that I didn’t lose my nose.

We live on a cul-de-sac, which is fairly flat considering we are on the side of a mountain. I didn’t get any action shots, considering the photographer was making sure I didn’t injure myself. He was also preoccupied with shouting “Stab, left! Stab, right!” as I inched my way around the cul-de-sac.


Focus on the view, not on me.

On the bright side, I thought I’d look fatter in all that gear.

A few more pictures, for Mom:

Overall, the report is that I did “very well” or something. I did not fall a single time, so you can just save that question. My fiance insists that “Cross-country skiing is better than Norwegian chocolate.” We’ll see.