Saturday Evening Post – I Learned to ski in my 50’s
“Why are you…doing all this stuff?“ a friend asked me. “Is it some kind of midlife crisis thing?”
I’d posted a picture of myself preparing for ski school in Colorado. I was 54, and it was my first time on the slopes. My ski debut came on the heels of summer river rafting in West Virginia and off-roading in a UTV on a farm a few miles from my home. It had been an adventurous year, and like all good Gen-Xers, I’d documented my pursuits on social media.
