Gol-danger anyway, I was laughing so hard reading your skiing story the people at work were wondering what was going on. Oh my. And that isnt really a mountain, but rather a couple of hills. I have a similar, but tamer, story about my first time skiing. It was at Steamboat Springs. Who knew that one chair lift went to the "sane" slopes and the other one went to the "insane" slopes. I certainly didnt.
My brother did manage to break his collarbone out there this year already.
What you do today is important, you are trading a day in the rest of your life for it.
