04/07/2023 | Pictures and Article by Chubby Squirrel
To preface, I've only gone skiing once before, when I was five years old. We went with some friends, because nobody in my family is of the winter sports type - we despise the cold - and all I can recall is that I was forced to attend a ski class, during which I fell once and couldn’t get up, and ended up being left behind. Not a pleasant experience, to be sure. But despite the fact that I vowed never to go skiing again after the tragic incident, there I was, careening down the slopes, more than a decade later, mouth gaping open but emitting no sound in utter terror as I “pizza’d” in vain, knowing that breaking that vow I made to myself all those years ago had been a (hopefully not fatal) mistake.
