All I'm saying is that the certs are increasing worthless.
Even technical ones.
Just ask Murley. Well, ok, ask his ghost. Seance required, unfortunately.
I think we're awfully close, if not already at, the point where we just need to throw up our hands and say "f@#k it" on certifications. Make clear the intended dive, the probable conditions, the expected skills to do it safely, and let people self-certify that they meet 'em - and waive all liability if they're lying.
Let instruction be purchased for the sake of instruction.
Look, if I want to ski a black diamond, I can. It might be stupid of me to do so, and in fact, if I lose control I might die. Hitting a tree at 60mph is not pretty - I've seen the results (and yes, the skiier who did died.)
Yet there is nobody at the top of that black diamond hill checking my ski certification card. There isn't even a grim reaper sign, as there are at the entrance to caves. There is only the black diamond, and sometimes, below it, the word "expert."
Often you can't even see what kind of crap you're in for until you get partway down the run. The pucker factor can get VERY intense.
I used to ski semi-competitively. Every winter we'd see people crack up BAD on those hills. Someone who clearly didn't know what they were doing. There were black diamonds that I was damn careful with; oh I'd ski 'em, but I'd take my sweet-butt time at it. On the other hand there were those that were just plain fast, but not particularly tricky - those never bothered me. New ones that I hadn't been on before at some mountain new to me got a REAL careful go-through before I'd do a "balls-out" run - I liked my legs in one piece, thank you very much.
Nonetheless I broke three pairs of skis in two years in high school, and every one of those incidents was accompanied by a really ugly "wild world of sports type" of "agony of defeat" fall (ever see that leader? Its pretty cool..... trust me - that doesn't feel good.)
My grand total of skiing lessons? One, when I was a kid. The rest was self-taught. I'm still here, and while I had several REAL close calls, I never broke anything.
Anyone who says diving is more dangerous has never skiied serious alpine hills. It only LOOKS easy (and, if you stay on the green circles, it mostly is.)
I cannot recall one weekend that someone wasn't carted off Sugarloaf on a gurney by the ski patrol. Indeed, we used to rate the crack-ups on the hill called "awful-awful" (it was) on the ride up - it was right next to the main chair, and it was lots of fun watching people bust themselves up on it.
Even technical ones.
Just ask Murley. Well, ok, ask his ghost. Seance required, unfortunately.
I think we're awfully close, if not already at, the point where we just need to throw up our hands and say "f@#k it" on certifications. Make clear the intended dive, the probable conditions, the expected skills to do it safely, and let people self-certify that they meet 'em - and waive all liability if they're lying.
Let instruction be purchased for the sake of instruction.
Look, if I want to ski a black diamond, I can. It might be stupid of me to do so, and in fact, if I lose control I might die. Hitting a tree at 60mph is not pretty - I've seen the results (and yes, the skiier who did died.)
Yet there is nobody at the top of that black diamond hill checking my ski certification card. There isn't even a grim reaper sign, as there are at the entrance to caves. There is only the black diamond, and sometimes, below it, the word "expert."
Often you can't even see what kind of crap you're in for until you get partway down the run. The pucker factor can get VERY intense.
I used to ski semi-competitively. Every winter we'd see people crack up BAD on those hills. Someone who clearly didn't know what they were doing. There were black diamonds that I was damn careful with; oh I'd ski 'em, but I'd take my sweet-butt time at it. On the other hand there were those that were just plain fast, but not particularly tricky - those never bothered me. New ones that I hadn't been on before at some mountain new to me got a REAL careful go-through before I'd do a "balls-out" run - I liked my legs in one piece, thank you very much.
Nonetheless I broke three pairs of skis in two years in high school, and every one of those incidents was accompanied by a really ugly "wild world of sports type" of "agony of defeat" fall (ever see that leader? Its pretty cool..... trust me - that doesn't feel good.)
My grand total of skiing lessons? One, when I was a kid. The rest was self-taught. I'm still here, and while I had several REAL close calls, I never broke anything.
Anyone who says diving is more dangerous has never skiied serious alpine hills. It only LOOKS easy (and, if you stay on the green circles, it mostly is.)
I cannot recall one weekend that someone wasn't carted off Sugarloaf on a gurney by the ski patrol. Indeed, we used to rate the crack-ups on the hill called "awful-awful" (it was) on the ride up - it was right next to the main chair, and it was lots of fun watching people bust themselves up on it.