Comfort zones

After reading about Lucky learning to ski as an adult in Courchevel, I thought I should move outside my comfort zone and give it a try myself. Heading up with Eddie to Luossavaara, I sadly had some sizing issues with my ski boots and struggled to get the binding right, but at least I managed to bring some joy to the kids slope before escaping to the nearby café for a cinnamon bun.

Despite the humiliation, I am eager to return later this week and rent a bigger pair of ski boots. Like swimming or cycling, I realize that downhill skiing is a skill that makes life richer, especially as I dream of one day being able to go ski touring in Vindelfjällen.