The Slopes of Maggie Valley
... of the three old ski lifts, the only apparatus’ that were my passport to this great adventure. All that could be heard was the sweet laughter of children. "This is indeed a moment to remember." I thought to myself. Being that close to nature could put anyone in a state of awe. As I stood admiring the clear blue sky and the world around me, I was interrupted by my daughters' constant taunting, "Come on, let's go!" They were not rookies. They had experienced the sport of skiing and the atmosphere around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the surroundings as I was. Their calls became louder, with annoyance. I stepped up to the edge of the beginner slope. The steepness of this block of snow I stood upon, was frightening to me. The only way to go was down. I took a deep breath with no worries, for this was not the first time I was confronted with a s...