I was in an apartment or house with my high school friend, Lenny.  The idea was that we were planning to go skiing, but we were having to wait for someone who was yet to show up. I remember gathering stuff, clothing and gear, etc, then the guy arrived.  There was a moment of concern about the amount of time left in the day, whether we could get to the hill with enough time left in the day for a full day on the mountain.  The time was 8:30 am, and the assumption was that the mountain was about an hour or so away, so without any further significant delays it should work out ok.  We got into a silver Chevy Trailblazer, then I realized I had forgotten an item.  I just recall not being able to swing the door open fully due to some obstruction.

There was a transition, then suddenly I was on skis, doing a skate technique to climb up a narrow snow-covered incline which was also indoors.  As I got to the top it was like reaching that last step on a hike where you almost lose balance and fall backward, but my friend Harriet was there.  She extended her hand and helped me make that last step.  I then had a moment where my feet were positioned like a straddle on either side of a staircase, on narrow strips.  It was ok but I wondered how I could move/adjust safely and still be on firm footing.

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