I’ve always wanted to properly learn how to ski. The closest I ever got was going on a school trip to Austria but the slopes were icy, I was completely out of shape, and the bigger kids found it super funny to knock me over every chance they got. Skip 20 years (wow) and I’ve finally found time to pick up where I left off, surrounded by a much more pleasant group. I joined a Discovery camp at Cypress Mountain, British Columbia, a scenic 25 minute drive from my home in North  ...