Bright skies

Day 2 - Praz De Lys. A tearful morning with frustration that my skis won't do what they should. I have a mini strop, Chris talks me down and gets me on the blue one - this was the view and Chris was right, it was worth it. My legs hurt, from constant snow ploughs, my friends tell me I need to be less scared and feel the turn rather than break the full way round. A much better afternoon than morning, blue skies all day, a beer or two and my first blue run, achievement.... oh and I went on a ski lift and stayed very quiet throughout, I was hoping it would get easier, it wasn't nice! Continual feeling that I was dropping, urgh, shudder.