Hurtling down a man-made lake with skis on your feet, then launching yourself from a 5-foot, wedge-shaped ramp, feels sort of like getting shot out of a cannon.
Not that I’d know about the cannon part, although this is my Year of Adventure and I’m open to all sorts of challenges. (No, please do not alert the circus.)
I tried ski jumping yesterday (with mixed results) at the invitation of long-time ski jumper Rhett Stone, who has retired from the sport after having too many hips replaced.
I’d put on water skis a few times growing up, then got serious about 13 years ago and learned to run a slalom course. These days I ski once a week before work. I love it. But jumping? Never.
Under the guidance of Jimmy Siemers, a former world champion and record holder, I made two passes over the jump.
How’d it end? Less than gracefully. Look for my story in the Austin American-Statesman and Austin360 soon.