I felt like a rockstar cruising on Easy Out and Vista. Almost like I actually had a clue as to what I was doing. Wound up doing some quick back thinking in my head and realized it was only the 3rd time I had ever put skis on. Did that for 4 quick runs and got bored so I made the tremendous mistake of heading down Midway to Lower Main Street. Midway wasn't terrible, but also wasn't great. I tended to get freaked out when I picked up too much speed so I made exceptionally slow and deliberate turns using the whole trail. When I got down to Main Street and the snow turned into the equivalent of white caps I just had to hold on for the ride, which was again exceptionally slow. I took a lot of breaks, tipped over twice, realized I don't really know how to stand up on a pitch wearing skis, and worked up a sweat just trying to keep myself from shooting off the side of the trail.
Long story short, if I'm going relatively slowly on flat snow, I can almost kind of seem like I know what I'm doing. When it gets choppy/sloppy it all falls apart. I had to actively tell myself (I think out loud twice) to get out of the back seat and my ability to use more than one ski at a time for turning is almost non existent.