1977 School Magazine

SKI[NG A. person who hasn't skied has never expeienced the ultimate feeli\g of freedom' Nothing can interfere with a skier'q wonderful thoughts as he speids down the glistening white slopes with the cool wind against hts face. He skilfully throws his weigltt around- as tf hi were on a puffy white cloud-, and is.in full contol whilst he makes rutmerous turns and flying iumps owr the moguls. The sensation of racing down th-e s,teepest mou!- taii, in harmony with the reflection of tle sun on the powder snow" the songs of the alpine birds, the rushing wind, the naturol environment plus the rhythm of skiing, is fantasticallY free. My thoughts whilst skiing are of love, music, peace and a fita Up. Even when the single run is ftnished, the feeling of its fullness overflows in my mind with happiness ond enetg/, so that while I await the next run,I om able to place myself in another skier's body and again experience the thrill. I ftnd pleasure in seeing the snow spurting upwards and out- wards from each turn, with the body beautifully balanced and bent towards the valleY. The total concentration of fast excitement and endless, lively joy in this unrestricted sport, create the uniqueness of the skiing world.

be called. With the maximum of fuss, confusion and half awake mutterings we managed to struggle aboard the plane and collapse into quiet contemplation of nice warm beds andsleep.... We arrived in the thriving metropolis of Canberra at about half past eight to be greeted by blasts of hot southern air, all of - 3 degrees! Panting out sheets of ice, we dragged our luggage to the waiting Boomerang chariot and set out on what .could be, but wasn't, termed 'a very exciting tour of Canberra'. It was around 10 o'clock when the large majority of stomachs began to screarn loudly and hysterically for food, so a halt was called. Without too many tearful farewells we left Canberra in a cloud of dust and headed south. We reached Jindabyne at about 3 p.m. and barged with the grace of aggravated elephants for the best looking accommodation. After the claims had been staked with a minimum of blood- shed, it was time to have our skis etc. fitted . The attendants showed an admirable amount of patience as the girls called for boots - 71A pleasel No 8 . . . well maybe 8U.l Yes, I think 7! or can't I please have yellow boots? Just because you haven't got them in my size is no excuse! After dinner that night we returned QUIETLY to our rooms. The next day equipped with skis, stocks and "herman boots" we hobbled to the bus ard set forth towards the snowfields. It could safely be said that Smiggen Holes and several of the ski-instructors namely Terry & Ken will probably never be the same again. By Thursday B.G.G.S. girls covered the slopes and sped down them with gay abandon and no stock, livening up the area with some spectacular pile ups, more specifically vihen Terry's class wiped out three other classes in the space of a few minutes. While the beginners began, the more experienced among us viewed the duplex slopes with familiarity and a marked lack of concern . . .(?) There were ofcourse several excep- tions who shook from the teeth down and took to the T-bar with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. The classes usually set out downhill followed at a considerable distance by a pathetic figure wailing "You Jest of course!" The motel also had its attractions. The food was . . . interest- ing and there were a couple of discos during our week's stay. It was also discovered that among our table waiters was the star of the Colgate Commercials Unfortunately some of the best skiing talent had its activities severely curtailed by a mysterious wog. A fair number of the girls were forced to stay at the motel and watch re-runs of Days of Our Lives and drink camamile tea. By the end of the week we were suffering in varying degrees'from exhaustion, sunburn and for the better skiers over inflated egos. We left Jindabyne as chaotically as we entered it and proceeded to Canberra where we made a well earned stop at an ice.cream parlour. We arrived back in Brisbane late on Sunday night with no injured champions save one who travelled in'state, in a wheelchair. We would like to thank Mr. & Mrs. Crommelin, Mr. & Mrs. Thornguist and Mrs. M. Feet for accompanying us and we hope they enjoyed the trip as much as we did.

KATRTNA HEER

SNOWY TRIP Shaking with cold and moaning piteously, the B.G.G.S. Snowy contingent gathered at ttr"e tal aii ierminal at the ungodly hour of 6 in the morning, accompanied by parents and friends who had not the i.nr., oi opportunity, to remain -at home asleep. We stood in tle'mlaUe of-the oeserted air terminal, trying to look inconspicuous sur_ rounded by "Everests" ofiuggage, awaiting for^our flight to

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