I have the misfortune of being an Oregonian who doesn't know how to ski. Too young (it seemed) to join my brother and sisters on ski weekends as a child, I was the neighborhood sled queen. Too old (it seemed) to learn in high school for ski week, I stuck with my fellow flat-landers on the track and field. Recently, however, I had the fortune of receiving ski lessons from an instructor with 65 years of experience under his belt. Learning to ski as an adult is an unsettling experience no matter... Read More...