Skiers on the ski trip (Jeff at center)
My brother Jeff went skiing this year on our annual pilgrimage to the Poconos. It may not sound blog-worthy, but this is the first time he’s strapped on a pair of skis since 1992 when on a high school class ski trip he was ridiculed by the jackass instructor. Jeff finished the lessons, returned the skis and (despite coordinating a ski trip to Shawnee annually for 10 years now), never returned to the slopes… until this year.
Yay!! I had so much fun helping teach Jeff how to ski, as I had begged him for years to let me do… even if the bunny slope was minorly boring, yet surprisingly exhausting (navigating all those bodies sprawled all over the snow- yeesh!)
I am proud though, to announce that Jeff was not one of those bodies… unlike me, who later that day rolled myself basically into a human snowball off the edge of a black diamond, haha : )