I don't know why I even try. The last time I attempted to ski was in February 2000. Winterplace, WV. It was a disaster. I can manage to get myself on the ski lift. I can even make my legs work when it's time to exit the lift at the top. I can zip right down the mountain, staying on my feet. No problem.
It's the stopping. I can't do it.
Generally I volunteer some poor soul to help me. Actually it's more like they stop me. Well, more to the point, I crash into them. I know. I'm THAT guy. People must hate me.
Back in 2000 I swore to myself I would never go skiing again. For 11 years I've been OK with that decision. But I'm living in Korea now. Everything is brand new. I'm a new person. When her boss, Mrs. Kim, invited us to go skiing with her family, Jessica was very excited. She's never skied before. This was going to be a brand new experience for her, and I was happy to oblige.
After about 2 hours on the icy highway last Saturday, we stop for lunch at a glorified interstate rest stop. It was something like a mall food court in the middle of nowhere. Six of us pile out of the car and battle the snowy headwind to get inside. The first thing I see is a large sign advertising "Grilled Skewer Octopus Balls."
Not a single golden arch in sight....
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