I am afraid of skiing. The first trip every year is the same. My heart starts pounding when we drive into the parking lot. By the time I am on the chair lift my mouth is dry and my palms are sweaty. On Thursday I had the same experience. Then I found that the chair lift was closed and I had to ride the Tee Bar lift. Great!! I am worse on the Tee Bar than on the chair lift. I was able to attach myself to the Tee Bar and start up the mountain. I did not fall down. I was pleased and feeling comfortable. I made it to the top and started to move away from the lift. Then I got my coat caught on the cross bar of the Tee Bar and found myself being dragged on the snow headed back down the mountain.
I panicked. And screamed JEFF! What could he do? He was on the Tee Bar behind me. As I was headed for the down side of the mountain, I managed to get the bottom of my coat removed from Tee Bar and there I lay on the snow with Jeff, on the Tee Bar, headed right for me. This was just not looking good.
I tried to scoot out of the way. No luck. As Jeff came next to me, I reached out my pole and he pulled me up. It was over and we skied on our way. It was a great day.
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