First turns

The first day of skiing each season is always a little on the iffy side … and yesterday was no different.

Headed up to Solitude and could pretty much tell right from the start that it was not going to be a fabulous day when I had trouble getting my boots on. I guess I should have spent some time wearing the boots around the house, clomping around, just to get my feet used to wearing them again, because my feet were getting crushed.

Last season, I had the same problem when I first got the boots, but by the end of the season, I generally didn’t have any issues at all; I’m actually thinner this year than I was last year, so either a) the boots shrunk or b) somehow my feet got fatter … or perhaps it’s just been so long since I’ve worn anything that snug that my feet just aren’t used to it.

So next time, thinner socks (my thinnest SmartWool socks, instead of my Euros), and some prep time in the boots for a couple days before heading up. And if that doesn’t work, then back to the bootfitters to have them heat-molded again to try to get a tad more room.