Growing up in Florida didn't allow much time for skiing. There aren't enough hills and the temperature rarely drops below freezing. So, my first time skiing was when my dad, sister, and I took a vacation to Upstate New York to visit family. Fun Fact: New York has more ski resorts than any other state in the USA.
The following winter, my dad, sister, and I took another ski vacation. Except this time we went to Breckenridge, CO. Skiing in Colorado was much different compared to New York. At Gore Mountain there were only two runs that you could take...right, or left. In Breckenrdige there was an entire mountain at our disposal with hundreds of miles of terrain. As we were still new to skiing, we didn't make it off the bunny hill. Still, this was an extremely memorable ski vacation.
The next winter I decided to move to Breckenridge, CO to actually learn how to ski. I had so much fun the previous winter, and was eager for a change in scenery. After graduating from Florida State University I moved back home to South Florida but got bored real quick. This sparked the idea to drive out to Breckenridge.
When I arrived, it was 2 weeks before Thanksgiving and there wasn't any snow. I used this time to find ski equipment. I bought my own skis & boots. I watched YouTube videos on "how to ski". When the mountain finally opened, I got on the hill immediately.
I started my skiing career by skiing for 20 consecutive days on the mountain. This took quite the toll on my body but I learned a lot. The first day I had trouble turning and didn't make it off the bunny hill. By my 20th day, I was skiing the double blacks.
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