Skiing Semi-novices

I had the pleasure (and pain) of taking a skiing class with my mother. We showed up to Alta as Skiing novices and after 3 lessons left there as Skiing Semi-novices. Go us! We rock. Learning to ski was on mom's bucket list (now she can die happy, I suppose). She found out, in the first lesson, that she was a "little" out of shape, as she couldn't put her ski boots on by herself. And a ski slave was born (she named me that, for the record). My job was to help her get her gear from the car and to the skiing area, put on her boots, help her up if she ever fell, take her skis to the car at the end of each lesson, take off her boots (because she was completely fatigued), pull off her snowpants, put on her shoes and drive her home. Now, I am not complaining, I had a ball. It was so fun hanging out with mom and seeing her try new things that I didn't mind being the ski slave, although in the future she may want to get some young buck to take on the job (GO MOM, you cougar!). I did learn a lot from the lessons, and had the last lesson not been in a blizzard I would have had a BLAST on the slopes. The problem was that the snow was falling horizontally, I didn't have adequate gear for the freezing tempurature and my glasses were completely fogged up the entire way down the mountain. So if you can imagine a blind popsickle skiing in a blizzard you have the correct picture of me on the slopes today. I got to the bottom and practically skiied directly INTO the lodge in order to save my limbs from the impending frostbite. Well, I waited and waited and waited for mom. After what seemed to be an eternity here a snowmobile comes down the mountain carrying none other than my mother. She was too tired to finish the run (partly because of some heart medicine that she is on that makes her fatigue easily and partly because she had been hanging onto a tow rope for an hour prior to going up the lift). We decided that skiing in a blizzard is NOT an enjoyable hobby and IS completely insane. So we left and drove SLOWLY down the mountain. I only lost control one time and luckily no one was around to witness it (except for mother who started clawing at the dashboard). I got us back in control with no damage done (except to maybe the passenger side dashboard). All in all, we had a great time. Mom came away from it with damaged shins and a check mark on her bucket list. I came away from it with the thought that maybe I am a snowboarder in a skiers boots. Oh well, there is always next year, I am going to try snowboarding and become a Semi-novice shredder. I love you mom.