No broken bones. That's good news! Also, for the third or fourth time straight, no falls.
I ski about once every two years. I'm not a candidate for the Olympic Team, although I should get some medal for not falling. Falling is a bad thing skiing. Falling is an indication that one is not in control. Controlled skiiers simply shush down the slopes without a care in the world. Bad skiiers spend most of their day picking up their hats, gloves, scarfs, poles and skis while the rest of the skiiing population renders judgement: Loser.
I did come close to falling this year and the near-earth experience taught me a lesson: follow your own tracks.
I was heading down the slopes following another skier and I decided to follow his tracks. He went left, I went left. He went right, I went right. And so on down the slope. Well, a few minutes into this exercise I found myself out of control. I didn't want to go left! The snow didn't feel right and my guidance told me to go straight a little more. Soon I found myself totally out of balance trying to go left when I should have gone right. I was microseconds from becoming a Loser!
Fortunately, I quit the game, got my groove back, and sailed to the bottom of the park in victory. No drips, no spills.
As I rode the lift back to the top of the mountain I reflected on the folly of trying to follow another person's tracks. It may look like a good idea or a cool thing to do, but in the end it will put you off balance.
You have to make your own tracks.
And that's the lesson from Leadville, Colorado in 2005.