By Mary-Colleen Jenkins
Photo at right: Our fearless ski blogger Mary-Colleen Jenkins wearing her new Osprey Kode 22 pack.
“I wish you had a backpack!”
We’d stopped to get rid of some layers. It was January, but we were hot. As I unzipped my daughter’s jacket, I realized she had three layers beneath her lined jacket.
I pulled her long-sleeved fleece through the arms of her vest, rolled it over a couple of times, and tied it around her waist.
“But I’ll look fat with a big tire around me!” she said.
“You’re nine.” I replied.
“Why don’t you have a backpack of your own?” Michael asked. I had just put my vest in his pack. Earlier I’d stowed my extra contact lenses and my just-in-case glasses and my spare chocolate with him.
“I do,” I said. “It’s in the locker room.”
“Well, maybe you should wear it while you’re actually skiing.”
I’m perfectly capable of carrying my gear in a backpack, but I hadn’t in the years since The Incident.
I was wearing a backpack for the first time. It was basically flat, so I didn’t imagine I’d fall off the lift if I wore it up rather than pulling it into my lap as other people did. As expected, I sat safely on the chair all the way up.
At the top, however, I realized the other reason for keeping a pack in the lap: straps.
I’d happily ridden the lift with a strap caught in the bars of the chair. When I stood to follow the kids forward, my strap yanked me sideways. The chair kept moving. I staggered forward trying to rip the strap out, and the people in the chair behind me readied themselves for a potential collision.
My dignity flashed before my eyes. I could see it. My prone body dragged around by the chair, the other skiers falling over me…the carnage.
The lift operator was poised to shut down the chair when I finally pulled free, barely keeping upright as I made my red-faced retreat. He yelled after me the warning posted at the bottom of every lift: “Pack in your lap!”
Each season I pick a skill or two to work on. It sounds silly, but this year one of my skills-to-work-on is smoothly swinging my new backpack around to my lap when I ride the lift. I do, after all, have that long ago indignity to overcome.
And, more importantly, I need a better place to store my snacks.
Winter weekends call Mary-Colleen out to the snow, but during the week she can be found warm and dry and working with words. Jenkins is a freelance editor, teaches an editing class at UW, and is the writer of two blogs, Too Fond of Books (toofondofbooks-sea.blogspot.com) and Along the Branches (www.alongthebranches.wordpress.com). You can find her on Twitter at @EmceeReads.
Other “Tales from the Lift Line”. . .
>> I. The Beginning
>> II. When Seeing is Believing
>> III. Expeditionary Forces
>> IV. Velocity