When Steve tried to teach me how to downhill ski he took me to the top of a challenging intermediate blue run and as I stood with the tips of my skis hanging over the cliff, I said, “THIS IS TOO HARD FOR ME! I AM A BEGINNER! WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE?!” and he tried to tell me I could do it, so I tried, but it took us two hours to get down the hill and it sucked and I cried and yeah. We should have started on a green run.
This is like our camping experience. Mizzezula Lake was the DOUBLE BLACK DIAMOND of camping. Way too much for a beginner.
(Image by Gemma Correll)
So next week are heading to Kettle River, a provincial campground with toilets and showers and hope for my future.
We have our little 70s trailer all cleaned up and ready to roll and I also have a box of wine, so I think I’ll be OK.
Any tips? Tricks? Food ideas aside from hot dogs and s’mores?