I am now Bunny Friendly

It all started on a trip to Snow Valley Ski Hill with my Jr. High class where they were all going skiing. My girl had a buddy that she was going skiing with because I don't ski. I've never skied in my life and have never had a lesson. I was grateful this buddy was there for her. It was fun to watch her go down because she was really excited. Then this buddy asked why I wasn't going skiing and I told him cause I've never gone skiing in my life. He said, well that shouldn't stop me from learning to ski and you're never too old to learn. One of my old Bishop's who owns a ski hill had tried to encourage me a number of times to go skiing with his wife and I have never taken him up on this offer so I thought what the heck. So I got sized up for boots and they gave me skis.

The problems is when I went up there, there was no one to teach me how to ski. So one of the girls was like, "Hey Miss Shand I'll show you how to ski.". She was trying to show me the pizza and I had no clue what the heck that was. I certainly wasn't good at making pizza's. I guess from ballet my feet turn outwards and not inwards and when I was coming down I was coming down too fast so I would try to put weight on one foot more than another and I'd start to veer off in one direction and I'd overcompensate and veer off in the other direction. By the time I made it down the hill, screaming the whole way cause I thought I was going to die down a bunny hill, I was so excited by the adrenaline rush that I was ready to go a few more times. The second time I went down I got down I got a little bit better. By the third time the buddy tried to teach me a few things and let's say I almost skied over him cause they never taught me how to stop. So with going down five times it was time go I felt like the champion of the world for going down just a bunny hill.

The opportunity to ski came again on my birthday and this time to Rabbit Hill Ski Resort, the one the Bishop owns. This time I decided I was actually going to get a lesson and learn how to do it properly. I stood in line forever because I didn't want to do it because the bunny hill looked like a lion hill and I didn't want to go because it scared the "poop" out of me. But I decided I was being ridiculous and I needed to buck up and go. So I went and actually found somebody who could teach me. So I spent a lot of my time going down the teaching hill and then they taught me how to go up the rope tow and more about the pizza. Then I started learning to weave in and out without possibly killing anyone else who was on the hill. By the time I finished my lesson I felt confident to take on the lion hill and I went down it 3 or 4 times. People who had never used the rope tow kept falling in front of me but I did it one last time and felt like a bigger champion of the world. I conquered the bigger bunny hill. I am now Bunny Friendly. Next time, up the real hill.

The hill on the left is the real hill and the hill on the right is my new bunny friendly hill.

David saw us taking pictures (he's the one waving in the above picture) and comes up to me and said "carry me" and jumped in my arms.