I am a Good Skier. Always have been. Why, I skied before I walked.
That is why I was determined to get some skiing in this winter, even if I go alone. I signed up with Boston Ski and Sports Club, and off I went to Sunday River.
On the Day D, I took a cab to the bus. I was as excited as the Happy Goat from the proverbial Slovak fable that went dancing on ice.
This Happy Goat loves steep and loves speed. The Force is with her. Trouble is, they don't do mountains here the way they do them in Slovakia. Here, they believe in the Mogul. Those wicked things are everywhere, especially since it's been snowing for 3 days in a row.
The Happy Goat assumes the position and pummels downwards. She's stopped in her tracks by 3 feet deep snow. With a still excited grin on her face, the Goat is detached from her skis and propelled 5 meters up into thin air.
Repeat 130 times.
By the time the Happy Goat realizes the approach might be at fault and not the skis, she is wet throughout, collecting 130 scoops of wet powder under the shirt and pants and socks and underwear.
This Happy Goat at least didn't break her neck like the proverbial Happy Goat that went dancing on ice due to extreme happiness. She was just sick for two weeks and pulled her shoulder so that she still cannot move it well 3 months later.
So, remember what happens to the Happy Goat. Do not get overly excited. It can cost you life.
