Following my family’s Christmas beach trip in the Outer Banks, my sister returned to DC with me to visit for a week. Since Devan has already seen the typical DC tourist attractions, we decided to skip the National Mall and hit the ski slopes instead.
Now, you may assume 2 sisters who went to high school in Wisconsin would be skiing pros, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Total snow sport amateurs. Skiing is something we never learned as kids, so we were too excited to try it out. Bundled up with 3 layers of pants and 4 tops, we looked like the Michelin Man as we head out for Whitetail Resort.
Following three hours of “pizza your skis to slow down” and “french fry to go faster” ski lessons, we were finally go down the bunny slope on our own…
We successfully get ourselves and skis onto the ski lift, ride up the hill, and proceed to immediately crash and burn upon disembarkment…
After brushing off our bruised egos, we posed for a few glamour shots for Instagram at the top of the hill….
And made our way down the mountain! We didn’t run into a tree or hit a kid or anything!
Where it went wrong is after a a dozen trips down the bunny slope. We got cocky. We thought we could handle a tougher hill and headed for the Sidewinder course. Judging by the 5 year olds whizzing past us on skis, it was not the toughest course ever, but it sure did beat us down.
Devan and I experienced so many wipeouts that we were eventually skiing down the hill, at about 1 MPH shouting “SLOW DOWN! PIZZA! PIZZA YOUR SKIS!” to each other. We were literally crawling. Afraid Devan would chicken out and walk down the slope, I promised her: “if you can make it down alive on your skis, I will buy you the largest chocolate frosty money can buy.” Chocolate bribes always work for Devan. And 2 hours and a few stumbles later, we arrived safely at the lodge, kissing the solid ground beneath our feet.
So beware snow bunnies! Devan and Morgan are now skiers on the lose and will be complete maniacs on a slope near you soon.