In the upper Penisola, near Big Powderhorn Mountain, one of my friends has a log cabin. It is six-hour drive from Chicago, but he drives there a couple times a month, especially during ski season. A few months ago, my friend invited my roommate and me to spend a weekend. Since neither one of us had skied before, we signed up for "learn and love" skiing lessons. Our instructor was a twenty- fife- year- old …showed first 75 words of 786 total…

…showed last 75 words of 786 total…tiny crystals of ice, and waited until the lift took me to the top of the trail. Then jumped off, and skied. That kept me occupied for two days. I enjoyed the lift-ski, up and down routine more than I ever thought I would. I never liked any sports because I used to be afraid I would get hurt. This time, I took it as a game and just tried to have fun. It worked!