It’s a long and winding road up to the peak of Mount Hutt.
Mount Hutt in black and white.
It’s a little dusty on the way up the mountain.
Yeah, just a few skis.
Snow bunnies. Uh huh… you can stop laughing now.
Mmmm… check out the beanie hair! Me after the skiing lesson when we’d gone inside for lunch. I really wasn’t sure about the whole skiing thing and the last thing I wanted to do was put my skis back on. So I didn’t.
I went on a scenic helicopter flight with Kim instead. It was much more fun than skiing.
Rakaia Gorge as seen from the top of Mount Hutt. Well, in a helicopter anyway.
Some of the Southern Alpine Ranges.
More snow covered mountains but this time with cool colouring.
So yeah… I wouldn’t rate today’s skiing a success at all. I found it incredibly difficult. But I don’t know why I thought it would be easy. It’s incredibly unnatural to strap two pieces of plastic to your feet and barrel down a snow-covered mountain side. I might have excellent balance and be coordinated but that seems to count for naught when it comes to skiing. Perhaps I’m thinking about it too much. I think about it too much and I get panicky that I’m going to fall over. Then when I do fall over, I get frustrated. I get frustrated which stressed me out and makes me upset. It’s a vicious cycle that I work myself into. Tomorrow I’m going to try to relax a little more and not get so worked up about it. I’ve been told that only falling over five times is actually pretty good for someone who’s never skied before.
But it bothers me that I’m finding it so hard.