I went skiing one weekend when I lived in Colorado. It was a girls' weekend out. We stayed at Breckenridge and Keystone. Unfortunately I wasn't as skilled as my three girlfriends. They all left me the first day to go down the big "adult" slopes as I struggled down the School marm slope. Half way down, after running into a lady and a couple of trees, the Ski Patrol escorted me the rest of the way down.
The next day at Breckenridge, I said bye to my friends as they once again hit the big people slopes. This time I got a lot smarter......I hit the bar at the lodge and made a very nice friend with a handsome skier who had hurt his leg. We had a great day! It was my best "skiing" day ever!