Spring Break 2008: Ruidoso

Not bad for a first day. I haven't been skiing in almost 20 years, so I was a little, okay a lot, nervous. But my ski lesson went very well; I was the star pupil of course. Everything was fine until the end of the lesson when our instructor was congratulating us on finishing successdully and I fell. For no reason - I just fell. I took one ski off so I could stand back up and I got in a fight with my ski that resulted in a huge gash on my ring finger. At first I didn't even notice, but then I looked down and saw a fair amount of blood and I began to freak out a little. Clint was no where around because he had been boarding on his own. I made myself find a chair and sit down, but it was quite an effort to get there, felling woozy and all. When I sat down, I was certain I would pass out so I called Clint and pleaded with him to hurry, which he was. He came and rescued me with water, snacks and removing my unecessary layers of clothing. After that I felt pretty faint, but I didn't actually pass out.

We rode a gondola to the top of the mountain (which went much higher than I thought it would), but I survived. As we reached the bottom, Clint was wishing we would run into some friends, and lo and behold, we did. One of Clint's old co-workers and her family were there! Clint and I made a few more runs before I called it a day. I made myself comfortable (on a cafeteria bench) while Clint went in search of his co-worker's husband so they could make some runs on blue trails.