After a long month of work, I recently escaped to Stowe, VT for a few days of relaxation and skiing. An amateur skier, my previous experience on the slopes has been rather limited to a few moderately successful tours down beginner paths and a clumsy, prolonged tumble down an intermediate course.
The first order of business was to equip myself appropriately. My fashionable, but impractical, black overcoat stepped aside to make room for the more durable North Face parka above. With a rented set of skis, boots, and goggles, I was ready to tackle any slope (provided it was clearly marked with a green circle).
One variable that failed to enter into the calculus of an enjoyable ski experience was the importance of adequate hand-warming. Despite double-gloving in preparation for the frigid Vermont air, my fingers were greeted to a novel combination of pain and numbness that I previously was unaware was possible. I waited a good 30 minutes after the second day??????s ??????run?????? before any semblance of normal sensation and function returned to my digits.
Despite the lesson in the function of my peripheral nervous system, I am finally gaining greater comfort in this sport and beginning to understand why others consider facing almost certain doom sliding down icy paths on thin planks an enjoyable experience.