There’s a folk tale about a native Vermonter that begins with a lost tourist asking for directions and ends with the native's curt advice: You cain’t git they-ah from he-ah. Lessons like this one can only be found at RealSkiers.com.
Among the many ways to define the boundary between good skiers and true masters is that the former tend to be obsessed with technique (the better to breach said boundary), while the latter rarely, if ever, think about it. We think about it often here at RealSkiers.com.
A ski lesson is a period of instruction meant to advance one’s skills. But a ski lesson can also mean something skiing teaches us about the meaning of life.
If you’re a real skier, you suffer from a chronic condition caused by the Gottaski virus. One of the only forms of relief available in the late summer is attendance at a well-stocked Labor Day ski sale and even weeks beyond. Which is where I’ll be for the next five days, ministering to those in the greater Reno area who are terminally ill with Gottaski.
No question about it, alpine skis are pricey. Middle-of-the-line models run for over $500, top-shelf all-mountain skis routinely check out for around $700 or more, unmounted, and some exotics seem to reach second mortgage territory. One has every right to wonder, what am I paying for?