What goes up, must come down …

Susan E., a friend at golf, told me this story last week.

Susan’s young son was a Boy Scout and his troop was going to Colorado skiing.  They were looking for parents/chaperones to go along, so Susan volunteered.  She had skied up in Michigan several times, so she felt she could ski just as well in Colorado. After all it was all skiing!  But she was about to find out that there is skiing and then there is SKIING!

Her first reality check was, of course, how high the mountains.  But just because the mountains were wayyyy up there, didn’t necessarily mean that when you skied you went all the way to the top, right?

Sure, she could tell herself that, but she got a sinking feeling when the ride up the mountain on the ski lift took a half hour!  When they finally got to the top of the run, it was explained to her that the trip down the mountain was broken up by several rest stops, so she wouldn’t have to make the whole run at one time.  Ummmm.  Okay.  Maybe that would work,

But when she got to the first rest stop, she was exhausted.  The inside of her thighs already ached because she was constantly turning her toes in to put on the brakes!  Okay, this was enough of that.

She called the Ski Patrol.  She told them she needed to be taken the rest of the way down the mountain.  They asked if she was hurt?  No.  They asked if she was sick?  Well, no.  “Sorry.  We can’t come and get you just because you are afraid.”

The end of the story is that the Boy Scout Leader, an experienced skier, stayed with her and helped her down the rest of the mountain.  She said when she finally got to the bottom, her legs were so shaky and tired that she could hardly walk.

She didn’t actually say, but my guess is that after that she became a “snow bunny” sitting in the lodge and drinking cocoa for the rest of their stay.

Susan learned the hard way that, when you go up, you must come down, heart in your throat, or not.

 

8 Responses to What goes up, must come down …

  1. Hilary says:

    Ack.. that had to be scary.

    Back when I was 20-something, I remember a bunch of friends staying at a summer cottage one winter weekend. We had to cross-country ski out of there to go home after dark on the Sunday. It was a semi-steep hill and we had backpacks and guitars to carry. That was enough of a challenge but the first guy down there, started up his truck and headlights so the rest of us could see our way down the hill. Except what was clearly lighting the way from his perspective was blinding us from ours. Somehow we made it without incident. But he barely survived it. ;)

  2. Linda says:

    My stomach was doing flip flops as I read this. In Susan’s place, I might have been tempted to go out and hurt myself, just so I could give those ski patrol guys a reason to come and get me. :)

  3. Sandra says:

    Yes, Hilary, it does sound scary, but your experience sounds equally so. Because of it, you can probably relate to Susan’s experience much more easily.

    Linda — I read your response to Gunny and we both laughed. We both think you’re funny, in case you haven’t noticed. :)

  4. Suldog says:

    This reminds me of when my father climbed the pyramid in Mexico.

    Some folks don’t know their are pyramids in Mexico, but there are. Tall ones, and steep, with sides that jut out so that you can climb them like taking big steps. Not so bad going up because you are facing the pyramid and don’t realize how steep it is. Going down? Any bit of vertigo will have you believing that you are about to tip off of the thing and plunge to your death. Despite my own fear of heights, I was OK both ways. My Dad, however, did the whole downward journey on his seat – bump, bump, bump – until he reached the ground.

  5. Sandra says:

    Wow, Jim, your Dad’s story makes my heart beat faster. I can picture myself getting into a situation like that — going UP and thinking “easy peasy” and then realizing it was a much different feel going down. I would have probably scooted down on my butt too!

  6. Sleepless in OL says:

    When I was a teenager I went with my brother and his college friends to the tobaggan slide by my house. It was a huge wooden tobaggan slide with 104 steps to the top (104 icy steps when it is tobaggan weather). I walked up and then could not bring myself to go down the slide. Walked over to the stairs, nope I would break my neck going down those. For hours I stood at the top. Finally four of my brothers huge friends realized that I needed some assistance. They sandwiched me between them (two in front, two in back) and we went down. Yep I am the person who sits in the lodge drinking cocoa :)

  7. Sandra says:

    Sleepless! It’s so nice to hear from you! And I love your story. I think most people have had a terrible situation like that in their lives, so we can all relate to this story and ones like yours. Thanks for stopping by. :)

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