Some days are really, really icy on the ski slopes. I have a weird affinity for icy skiing. If you’re not a skier, you need to know that most people hate skiing on ice, or just plain won’t ski on ice. I can only recall a handful of days in nearly forty years of skiing that I’ve actually let icy trails stop me from skiing. Once was last week—though I am skiing with a not-quite healed broken wrist—so I let myself wimp out slightly one time. I think my love for icy skiing has to do with it being a kind of hidden talent. It’s a not-very-useful hidden talent, but it’s my hidden talent.