Muggles Goes Skiing

Muggles and I agreed to go skiing on the cheap. We drove an hour and a half to the mountain before he discovered that he’d forgotten his hat. We bought our lift tickets and went to the ski shop, only to find that we couldn’t afford even the cheapest hat that they had. I lent him the hood off of my coat to use as a hat.

For the first run, we took the lift all the way up to the top of the mountain. Muggles got off the ski lift and took off down the hill. By the time that I started, he had already gone around the first turn. I went down a nice gentle trail that went through the woods. It took a couple of turns, then a straightaway, and then a large turn, where I stopped. I could see all the way down the mountain in every direction, but Muggles was nowhere in sight. So I waited a moment and kept looking for him.

While I was waiting I heard a faint “Helllllooooooo…hellloooooo”. I said “Muggles?”, “Yeah!”, “Where are you?” “Down here. Come down here.” I found a way to climb down the cliff and when I got to him he told me that he had missed the turn overhead, flown off what looked to be a 20′ cliff, landed in five feet of powdered snow, and had lost one ski. He couldn’t get his other ski off. He just lay there helpless.

I got him out of his binding and we spent the next half hour looking for his ski, but to no avail. We then walked all the way down the mountain and drove home.

Curt Struna