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Carol Perkins: The Ski Trip (Part 3 of 5) Previous Column: The Ski Trip (Part 2 of 5) By Carol Perkins To follow the story from last week, when we finally reached the clearing, Judy held my arms for balance while I popped my skis into my boots, and then I did the same for her. We turned toward "down" and waited nervously for the adventure to begin. Our skis quickly skimmed the ice and eyed the slush. We were both on our backs within seconds, our skis crisscrossing each other in mid-air. "You be still and let me get mine untangled from yours, and then we'll figure this out," she suggested. For the first hour, the routine went something like this. We fell. She popped her skis, raised herself using her poles, pulled me up, and helped me into my skis. We would slide another two or three inches and edge right back toward the mud. Down in the slush we'd go. By then, we looked like mud wrestlers. After two hours, we had traveled about ten feet. Suddenly, we heard an engine. Someone had surely spotted us and was coming to our rescue! We flagged down the emergency snowmobile. "Ladies, I wish I could help, but a guy down the slope has broken his leg, and I have to attend to him." "Could you come back for us?" I pleaded as he raced out of sight. Was it Guy? Is that why I hadn't seen him all night? With mud hanging on her like icing on a cake, Judy hoisted herself up with her skis on this time, which was not an effortless task. Just about the time she leaned over to help me up once again, a miracle occurred. She started sliding down the mountain backward, with her skis perfectly straight and her body bent over just enough to increase her speed. I will never forget the look of sheer terror on her face as she went farther and farther away from me. All I could hear was, "I'MMMMM SORRRRY!" echoing across the silence of the slope as she skied out of sight, leaving me alone. No one else was on the bunny slope. Not one person. I was horrified, given the speed she was traveling backward, that she would hit something or someone at the bottom and die. An avid skier in the school group was riding the ski lift up the mountain just as she was going down. "Way to go!" he yelled, assuming she meant to ski backward. She didn't dare look up. Instead, she yelled, "Move out of the way," as she crashed into the runaway barrier below. More to come... Share your thoughts with Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com, or with CM readers using our Comment Form. This story was posted on 2026-01-19 21:30:44
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