From this pic, it is obvious how much snow was blowing around that first day. Here you can see the lift for the "beginner" hill. This picture was taken in the middle of the day but it looks like the sun has already set!

I didn't really have appropriate ski clothing for the trip. I didn't want to go crazy buying stuff I might only wear once. I did buy ski pants, but I just borrowed my dad's Packers jacket and cap, and then had on about 3 shirts, long under-drawers, and gloves. It was all very makeshift but it did the job! Funny, even though it's really cold outside, you still manage to sweat and get rather warm under all the layers.

Everyone told me that if you want to learn how to ski, Taos is the best place for it, because they have a really good ski school. Since I was not particularly interested in either flying off the edge of the mountain or snowballing cartoon-style down a hill and landing in a pile of broken limbs, I figured lessons were a pretty good idea. In this pic you see the boring and slow conveyor lift for getting newbies up the baby hill.

Here I am doing my best not to fall. One thing I was proud of was the fact that I learned how to fall very gracefully. I was bound and determined not to tear a knee or break my coccyx while there, so whenever I felt gravity claiming me, I just slid down and landed on my butt or hip. Granted, by the end of the trip I had a huge contusion on my hip, but that would heal much easier than a cracked tibia!

"Point the skis together to stop! Make pizza! AAHHHIIEEEE!!!"
It really wasn't terribly hard to ski, but when you're so damn cerebral about everything like myself, it can make things difficult. If I had just kept my eyes in front of me and not on the snow below, I probably would have had an easier time.

I took this picture at the end of one of the ski days, in the parking lot outside the Taos Ski Valley. I liked how the clouds and sun were playing games with each other, and it created a stunning visual.


                     
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