One of the things that I like to do is watch television shows and movies that involve scenes on a ski resort. One of my favorite past times when I was younger was to go down hill skiing. Just being in the ski lodge, soaking up the energy of all of the other skiers put a smile on my face. The clean and crisp mountain air never failed to fill my soul with joy. I was never a big fan of the expert slopes, but I could hold my own. I just thought it was too much work and strain on my knees. I preferred a nice ride down an intermediate slope, where I could be challenged in spots, but simply enjoy the view and feel at peace with the world.

Recently I’ve been seeing the local ski club has been trying to organize a couple of Ski holidays in Whistler. To be perfectly honest I didn’t remember that Whistler was the site of the Winter Olympics a few years back. If I were thirty years younger I would jump at the offer to be part of the trip, which includes a chartered bus, ski accommodation in Whistler, all meals included and discount whistler lift passes.

But I am now a woman who has too many physical frailties to be able to go downhill skiing any more. Although from time to time I get to thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I got the chance to go for one more day of skiing, even if it was the bunny slope, I would love to go. And feel the rush of adrenaline that I get when I look up the mountain from the lodge and see the slopes waiting to be conquered one more time.

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