One winter when I was 13 and my brother was 14, we took a family trip to New
Hampshire. To ski. Because my brother really wanted to. He promised he would
teach me how to ski. My elderly dad, an avid outdoorsman and sports enthusiast,
had never, however, in his long life, skied, and was wary of its potential
dangers involving bone protrusions and close encounters with trees. He agreed to
take us despite.