This year I'm finally big enough to take part in the skiing classes they have here in Trysil (plus my feet are finally big enough to fit into the smallest available ski boots). I was on the stage 1 class - 'Bittesmott', for the very smallest kids. The course lasted 5 days, for about 2 hrs a day. The first day was all about getting to know each other and playing around in the snow. We were divided into several groups, and I was in the same group as two little boys from Denmark. Our skiing instructor was a Swedish bloke called Kristian. At first I was scared and really did not want to be there, but my parents were persistent, and after 1/2 hr I showed a little more interest. Problem was, daddy had already taken me skiing for a few minutes before the class, so I was very eager to continue doing exactly that., i.e. skiing, rather than doing all the silly games like feeding snow to the little toy animals they had scattered around the slopes. All I wanted was to put my skis on ASAP and skip all that boring childish stuff. Anyway, finally we got to do a little skiing, first on one ski, then on both. We made it safely to the bottom of the nursery slopes and even took the little button lift back up, all on our own! Well, I needed some help getting on and off, and would occasionally fall off the lift, but I loved it! At the end of my first day, when mummy mentioned the skiing class and Kristian, I got all starry eyed. I think I developed a little crush on my skiing instructor.
While I was in my class, Abi was in the little nursery next to the slope, whilst mummy and daddy went skiing in the big slopes. Mummy thought this was perfect. This way she only had to ski for about 3 hrs a day rather than 8 (which bores the life out of her).
I got quite good at skiing, but I have some work left when it comes to stopping and turning properly. I'll work on that in next year's class. Perhaps Abi too can take part then.
On the last day they arranged a cup called 'Smottecupen'. I proudly made it down the slope scattered with little obstacles, with the aid of one of the 'Smott's. Eventually I got my well deserved medal :)
Here are some photos of my skiing extravaganza