I learned to ski, slightly, at Badger Pass in Yosemite. I went with two friends who already were fair skiers. I missed getting into the morning lesson for beginners, so I tried it on my own. Had to stop myself at some stand near the lodge where people put their skis when eating inside. Egads. Never did learn to do other than snow plow, though I took the t-bar to higher ground, this after one beginning lesson. Sort of fell off the t-bar. I think I fell twenty three times on the way down.
Call me grace.
Went to Mammoth later with another friend, same deal only she was an expert skier. I puttered around the bunny area. That trip was memorable for the two times she got a flat tire in mid mojave desert, let's say 2 a.m., and shortly after putting on the spare, at 3 a.m. That's also the trip I learned my eyes were funny - she could see stars and I couldn't.
I turned off of skiing when I worked with a ski maniac. Bindings, boots, which skis are best, the Cornice.. she never shut up.