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Carol Perkins: The Ski Trip (Part 5 of 5)

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By Carol Perkins

I left off with my skis in place and headed to the bottom of the slope. Guy and the bus driver watched as I faded into the night. The closer I raced down the slope, the more I feared I would kill someone else instead of myself. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" I screamed. It took a second or two, but when the other skiers saw me, they scattered. I hit a massive mound of snow (stacked to stop runaway skiers) face-first and was glad to do it.

Before too long, Guy was down the mountain and ready to ride the lift back up to the lodge with me. He didn't want to tell me that the lift did not stop to let skiers off. He had had a previous encounter where he took off his skis, placed them across his chest, and almost choked himself when he realized he had to jump off.

"Get ready, now, because you are going to have to jump off," he said as we rose closer to the top.


"I'm going to do what?"

"Jump off. Put your skis in front of you and ease off like you're going for another round."

"I can't jump off. I can barely walk off. I'll keep riding this until they stop and let me off."

"They are not going to stop and let you off," he insisted.

When it was our turn to jump, the lift stopped--another miracle. Guy was flabbergasted. Evidently, the person operating the lift had been watching me. I leaned out of the lift, fell to the ground on all fours with my skis on top of me, and crawled on my knees out of the way.

Once inside, I asked Guy in my calmest irritated tone, "Where were you all that time?"

"Oh, I went over to the advanced slope. I saw you, but I thought you wouldn't get hurt if you couldn't get up!" He was not funny.

My plan for adventure ended with the skiing episode. There was absolutely nothing funny about any of it until we drove away from that lodge. Later (with much repeating), it has become one of my best memories.

Even though this happened several years ago, if I am watching The Weather Channel and the ski report for various areas comes on, I'll tell Guy to get our skis ready, and we'll head to the slopes.

There is no longer a Ski Butler, but I never go up 1-71 without seeing the lingering sign and saying to Guy, "Want to hit the slopes?" Then we retell the story once again.


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