Skiing in the mountains is such a different experience than skiing at your run-of-the-mill ski hills that we visit back home in Minnesota. There are a few good ski areas up in northern Minnesota, but they don’t even begin to compare to skiing out West in the mountains.
Instead of skiing Big Sky, we opted for Bridger Bowl, a smaller, lesser known, and less-touristy ski area. It was still way more impressive than any ski hill I had ever seen. It seemed like the trails lasted forever as they wound down through trees and forests, past mountain views, chair lifts, and chalets. The snow was impeccable: extra powdery at some
points and smooth at others, but never too icy.
I admit, my skiing skills may not have been up to the standards of the ski area. I avoided black diamond (not to mention double black diamond) runs, fell down multiple times (to the amusement of my younger sister), and even crashed into a tree while taking a short cut through a large patch of trees. Luckily, it was not my head but my my shoulder that hit the tree as I came careening into it’s trunk. My legs were twisted because my feet were still attached to my skis, and each ski had lodged itself deep into the snow in opposite directions. I was completely stuck. After about 10 minutes and the help of my sister, I was finally free and back skiing. Moral of the story: never ski alone because you might need someone’s help when you crash and get yourself stuck in the snow.
Despite my lack of skill and multiple crashes, I had an amazing time at Bridger Bowl with my family and absolutely loved the scenery.
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