Last week, I took Xuân and Vương to Liberty after work and school for an evening of skiing and snowboarding. We went straight to the back side. Vương only skied the blues. Xuân and I would take turns accompanying Vương on the blues or riding the double blacks solo. It worked out well. We always regrouped at the back lift (Strata Quad).

Around 6 pm, I skied down the double-black Upper Ultra and regrouped with Xuân and Vương at the top of the blue Lower Ultra. A teenager skied by and fell. One of his skis popped off. I told Xuân to go help him out. He snowboarded down and grabbed the pop-off ski. As Xuân was standing on his snowboard, another teenager jumped in from the side of the terrain and hit Xuân on his back near his hip. I was horrified. I told the kid, “Dude, you gotta watch where you’re going.” He came over and apologized, “I am sorry, I did not see him.” He asked Xuân, “Are you OK?” Xuân nodded his head. I checked with Xuân again to make sure he was OK. I told the kid, “Take it easy, especially at the blind spots.”

I could not read Xuân. I didn’t know if he didn’t get hurt or if he tried to cover up his pain. I took my boys back to the lodge so I could see if he had a bruise. It was just a bit red. I put ice on the impact area. I didn’t want to go back out to the slopes. We went to a crab house for dinner instead.

I felt horrible about the incident. I wanted to teach Xuân about helping out others and I put him in a dangerous spot. Nowadays, whether I was skiing or snowboarding, I had to look back to the mountain to make sure I was not in anyone’s way. This season, I got hit from the back several times by both skiers and snowboarders. Luckily, I had not been in any serious injuries. Nevertheless, the more I am on the slopes the more chances of me getting hit.

This morning, I taught two sisters: an eleven- and twelve-year-old. Their mother informed me that they learned snowboarding two weeks ago and would like to take their skills further. Even though they had a lesson before, I went over the safety of falling (folding their arms against their chest). I reviewed skating on one foot, which they did well. I took them on the chairlift. We unloaded safely without falling.

I reviewed sliding on their toe and heel edges. They did well. Half way down the bunny slope, I explained the torsional twist and demonstrated the J turns. The twelve-year-old did OK. The eleven-year-old struggled a bit. She fell a couple of times. When the board was moving fast, she leaned back. The board took off. She fell and hit her palm on ice. We were 40 minutes into the lesson and she was hurt. I took her into the clinic. Her sister accompanied her instead of continuing the lesson. We notified their mother.

When their mother arrived, the twelve-year-old wanted to continue her lesson. Her mom tagged along. We took the chairlift up together. I once again reminded her the importance of folding her arms to her chest when she had to fall. Once again, we worked on her J turns. I demonstrated the importance of putting the pressure on the front foot and initiating the turns. She made her toe turn, but she let go of the pressure. The board caught an edge on the flat ground. She fell backward and her body was on her arm. I asked her if she was OK. She said no and started to cry to her mom. Her mom tried to comfort her and tried to take off her glove, but she was in pain. She might have broken her wrist. I called the ski patrol to help take her down to the clinic.

Since we were in the dedicated learning area, which was pretty flat, I did not put them at risk. Nevertheless, they were still my responsibility. I apologized to their mom, but she insisted it was not my fault. I followed them into the clinic to file the reports. My supervisor told me, “Things happened. Don’t beat yourself up.” I told the girls I was sorry and they both said, “No, it was not your fault.” Another family member said to me, “These do not reflect you in any way.”

I had taught countless snowboarding lessons and these were the first double injuries. I felt really bad. I have to rethink safety issues when teaching snowboarding. I will re-emphasize and repeat the importance of folding arms to the chest. When I learned to snowboard, I injured my thumb. When I stepped on the moving belt, I lost my balance and landed my hand into the belt assembly. At that moment, I thought I might have lost some fingers. Luckily, I only jammed my thumb. It took six months for the pain to go away. When I skated on one foot, the board went too fast. I didn’t know how to stop; therefore, I made myself fall to stop. The board slid on and I almost twisted my ankle. Fortunately, my foot was just in a weird position.

Is the risk of injury for learning to snowboard worth it? I thought so prior to these incidents. Now, I am not so sure!

The kids are off school this week because of the snow storm and student holidays. Then we had a few changes in plans. At the last minute, I decided to take my boys to Seven Springs. My wife had work to do.

I booked a hotel room at Seven Springs right by the main lift for a good deal through my work discount—one of the perks as a Vail employee. After I wrapped my work on Wednesday at 4:00 pm, we headed to Seven Springs. As we were about an hour away from our destination, the road was pitch black. The temperature dropped to zero Fahrenheit. Even though the roads were plowed, it was still a pretty scary drive. I need to remind myself not to drive to Seven Springs at night again.

Thursday morning, the temperature was still freezing, but the conditions were great. We divided up. Đạo went solo. Đán went with Xuân. I went with Vương. The big kids went to the north side for the black terrains. Vương and I ventured on the greens and blues. I tested Vương, “Do you want to go to the blacks?” He responded, “No, mommy’s going to yell at you.” He went on and asked, “Do you want to hear a woman yelling at you?” I smiled and replied, “No, I do not.” I liked his honesty.

At 11:00 am, Vương said he was cold and wanted to go in. Đạo was also cold so I let him keep an eye on Vương at the lodge. I went solo on the back side getting my snowboard carving on. At noon, I joined my boys for lunch. They had orange chicken and General Tso’s chicken. I had three boiled eggs my wife prepared and some Alizé.

I took Xuân and Vương to the south side. Xuân went on the black and double-black terrains and I went with Vương on the long green. Then Xuân and I switched. At around 3 pm, the temperature dropped. Vương and Xuân wanted to go back into the hotel room. I gave them some hot coco while I had a few shots of whiskey. Đán went back to the hotel. I told him to look after his younger brothers. I went back to the north side. With the whiskey kicked in, I let my feet do the work. Separating your head from your feet can make you somewhat fearless. At 5:00 pm, I was exhausted. It was time to call it a day.

I took a shower and took the kids to get some pizza. At around 7:00 pm, Đạo decided to go back out. Xuân also wanted to tag along, but Đạo didn’t want to take him. Well, if Đạo was not going to take Xuân then I would. Xuân switched to snowboarding and I switched to skiing. It was freezing and amazing at the same time skiing and riding at night. Like father like son, Xuân is now versatile on both skiing and snowboarding. We went back in around 8:40 pm.

I am so glad that I made this trip to bond with my boys. Getting Đán away from home and his PC was worthwhile. We’ll check out of the hotel tomorrow, but we’ll ski and snowboard until noon. I need to get some rest before heading back to Whitetail for my weekend job.

I am a skiaholic. Damn right, I just coined a new word and I am not ashamed to admit that I am a skiaholic. This season, I already spent 27 days skiing, snowboarding, and teaching. I think about that white powder all the time. I don’t want to hit it. I just want to shred it.

As a skiaholic, I always try to get my fix. Waiting for the weekends to come is getting way too long. I need to get on the slopes more often. Liberty resort is closest to my house and its hours of operation are the longest. On Monday to Wednesday, Liberty opens until 8:00 pm. On Thursday, it opens until 9:00 pm. I have been tempted to hit the slopes after work even just for a few hours, but I also have responsibilities and obligations at home.

I didn’t mind skiing or snowboarding alone, but I would feel guilty without my family. Unfortunately, my wife isn’t into skiing. Fortunately, three out of my four boys still enjoy skiing and snowboarding. Spending time with them on the slopes had been my most-treasured moments.

Being a skiaholic is a good thing. It is definitely better than being an alcoholic. In fact, I have been giving up drinking to prevent getting gout. If I got a flare up, I would be out of commission for two to three weeks. I couldn’t take that risk.

Being a skiaholic is good for my physical health. I am out in the cold moving for hours. My body is getting used to the cold. I don’t get sick. I feel stronger. Being a skiaholic is also great for my mental health. Because I am so focused on skiing and snowboarding, I don’t pay attention to all the negativities around me.

Before ski season began, I was miserable. I was carrying loads of personal issues. I couldn’t control my own emotions. My wife sat me down and told me that I needed therapy. I agreed. I was a mess and I would seek out a therapist. On second thought, why would I pay a stranger to hear me vent about my personal issues? I could do that on my blog for free. I also knew that once ski season started, I would be just fine.

Taking on the seasonal job as a Ski & Ride instructor allows me to be more social. I talk to many guests. I interact with a group of passionate ski and snowboard instructors. Even when I was not working, I was skiing, snowboarding, and talking to strangers on the chairlift. All I had to ask was, “How is your day?” Then we would kick off a 5-minute conversation or not. Some people don’t like to talk and I respect that.

Being a skiaholic definitely improves my quality of life. And the best part of being a skiaholic is almost free. There’s nothing to whine or complain about being a skiaholic. I am going to say it proud and loud: “I am a fucking skiaholic.”

Hôm nọ, tôi dạy trượt tuyết cho 4 người Việt. Một chị chắc cỡ tuổi tôi hoặc nhỏ hơn. Còn 3 đứa trẻ chắc ở tuổi học trung học. Nghe nói là con của bạn chị ấy chứ không phải con của chị.

Dĩ nhiên mấy đứa trẻ học rất lẹ. Chỉ cần chỉ vài lần là tụi nó trượt được. Còn chị lớn tuổi một chút thì cần chỉ dẫn thêm. Tôi dạy 3 đứa trẻ đi vững và có thể tự lên ghế. Chúng nó chỉ cần học cách cua hình chữ “S” thôi. Còn tôi thì đi với chị lớn để đi kiềm. Chị ấy nói, “Đi học lớp có thầy nói tiếng Việt mà còn chỉ cặn kẽ nữa. Lần sau sẽ tìm đến anh để học tiếp”. Tôi cảm ơn chị.

Đi làm nơi tuyết trắng lạnh lẽo mà nghe được tiếng Việt cũng thật ấm lòng. Những kỷ niệm nho nhỏ tình đồng hương sẽ lắng đọng mãi trong tôi. Thỉnh thoảng cũng thấy người Việt và nghe tiếng Việt trên bãi tuyết. Có lẽ người Việt cũng đang tham gia môn trượt tuyết này.

Tôi làm ở Whitetail mỗi thứ Bảy và Chủ Nhật từ đây cho đến hết mùa đông. Bà con nào muốn học ski hay snowboard, hãy đăng ký lớp học (nhóm hay riêng) trên skiwhitetail.com nhé. Đến lúc lấy lớp thì yêu cầu Donny Trương. Tôi sẽ dạy hết mình.

Last Saturday, my fellow snowboard instructor and I coached 2 brothers. He took the 6-year-old and I took the 8-year-old. Since they signed up for a group lesson, they both could have taken the lesson with either one of us, but we split up because they might be on different levels.

The cost for each kid was $405. Their dad also gave each of us tips at the end of the lesson. He was willing to spend around $850 for us to teach his kids even though he snowboarded himself. I didn’t know if he was wealthy or not, but that was some serious investments.

On the kids’ part, I didn’t know how the 6-year-old did, but the 8-year-old gave all he could. He fell, got up, and rode again. I took him on the chair lift, showed him how to turn. He nailed his heelside, but still had trouble with his toeside. We got back on the lift and worked on it again and again.

We took a 20-minute break half way through the lesson. We gave him chips and water. After he finished them both, he got up, threw his trash in the trash can, went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and wanted to get back on the chair lift again to work on his toeside.

He definitely made good use of his time and the money his parents spent on him. For 2 hours and 40 minutes, he did not complain at all.

Yesterday I went to Liberty for the first time this season. In the morning, I taught a friend how to ski for the first time ever. After lunch, I let him work on his turns at the learning center. I went to the back side to shred on the blue and double black terrains.

I sat on the chair lift with two ski instructors at Liberty. They were nerding out about carving then asked me about my day. I asked them about their day and if they taught a class. One of them said, “We have wonderful snow on the terrains, but no one to teach.” I joked with them, “Why don’t you guys teach me?” They asked me what I was working on. I told them, “Carving.” They started giving carving tips.

As we rode off the lift, they asked me to come along. They introduced themselves as Leo and Dave. They coached me on Dipsy Doodle. I was having a private lesson with two instructors. When we skied to the flat area, Leo gave me a “wrap-up” talk as instructors should do. I thanked them and unzipped my jacket to reveal my inner jacket. They recognized the blue uniform instantly. I confessed to them, “Yes, I am an instructor at Whitetail.” We all laughed. I went on, “I was testing you guys. Not only did you give a great lesson, but you were also willing to coach a random guest. That was very generous of you.” Leo said, “You’re the undercover boss” while Dave pulled out his phone to take a selfie of us.

Dave said, “You should join our team.” I told him that I actually applied at Liberty first, but I was rejected. I applied to Whitetail and they hired me immediately. They took me to the Ski and Ride School to introduce me to the director, but he was not there. Dave gave me his card and told me to contact him so he can put me in touch with the director to see if he could transfer me over.

I was not looking to make the transfer. Liberty is about 15 minutes closer to my house, but I am loving Whitetail, especially the Ski and Ride School. I am glad to be part of it and the extra 15-minute commute is definitely worth it.

Today was our last day in Vermont. Our family, along with my wife’s sister’s and her brother’s family, gathered for a week skiing and snowboarding at Mount Snow. With 8 boys between the age of 7 and 16, there was never a quiet moment. We couldn’t get out of the rental house earlier than noon to head to the terrains. With the holiday crowds, we could only get a few runs in a day.

We arrived in Vermont on Friday around noon and headed straight to Mount Snow resort. We went to the slopes again on Saturday around noon. On Sunday, I taught my friend’s kid how to ski. On Monday, we stayed at the rental house all day due to freezing rain. On Tuesday, the winds were too strong. I was the only one who went to the resort. I spent 6 days on the terrains.

I was planning to teach Đạo and his cousin snowboarding, but they seemed to be wanting to stick with skiing. Nothing wrong with that. They are very good skiers. I was happy to see Vương getting back on his skis. I worried that his fracture would get worse; therefore, I gave him four rules. First, he couldn’t use poles, which kids seemed to prefer anyway. Second, he could only stay on green terrains. Third, he couldn’t do any jumps. Fourth, he couldn’t go into the trees. He complied with the first two rules. The third and fourth, not so much. He was doing fine and had a great time with his brothers and cousins.

The rental house was about 20 minutes away from the resort. Yet, we couldn’t get our minivan out of the driveway because of the freezing rain. Luckily, my wife’s sister had a Revian with winter tires. Or else we would have been stuck in the rental house for a week.

This trip gives me a few things to think about. If we are going to take winter trips to go skiing, we will need to get a car with all-wheel drive and winter tires. Last November, my wife and I started to look for a new car. We decided on a 2026 Toyota Sienna Woodland, but the final price made me back out. Now, we need to reconsider. Our 2011 Sienna is almost 220,000 miles. Our 2018 Sienna is almost 100,000 miles. If we want to continue to travel Vermont every winter, we need to get a new car.

On Tuesday, I took the jacket test to be able to teach skiing for Vail Resorts. I went through the entire level-one lesson according to the course progression I had learned. I passed the test.

I am now among a few instructors who can teach both skiing and snowboarding. Teaching skiing is easier than teaching snowboarding. Learning skiing is also more pleasurable than learning snowboarding.

If you are going to spend three days or less on the slopes, learn skiing. If you can spend over seven days, learn snowboarding. If you return to the slopes season after season, learn both. I am definitely glad that I did both. The Epic Pass had allowed me the time and the affordability to learn.

On Monday, I taught three teenagers snowboarding. While we were on the chair lift together, they informed me that they wished they had learned snowboarding when they were younger. I assured them it was never too late to learn. I only learned to snowboard three years ago at the age of 44. I learned to ski, figure skate, and rollerblade when I turned 40. In recent months, I dabbled in skateboarding too.

Even though these sports have some similarities—they required balance—each one needs tremendous amount of time to advance. As a result, I only carved out what I wanted to learn. Yes, my goal is to carve and to enjoy my time during the winter season.

I was planning on taking all the required clinics and taking the test so I can teach skiing, but no trainer came to work today. I was assigned to teach a four-year-old boy snowboarding. He gave me a great workout for three hours. I was surprised that he could last that long. Apparently, his parents had been watching us from afar. His father gave me a generous tip afterward. Last season, I did not get any tip at all; therefore, today was a great start.

I thought I was off the hook in the afternoon, but I was assigned to teach three teenagers who had never snowboard before. One girl skied when she was young. A boy and a girl can do RipStik. As a result, they picked up snowboard really fast. I also had two new instructors shadowing me. We had three students and three instructors. We were able to take the guests to Sidewinder. It was a fun lesson.