Let The Boogie Woogie Roll!

“Who's first?” she yells back up to us.
“I got it!” I yell. Normally, nobody wants to go first. What if you mess up in front of everybody? I ski perfect, linked, parallel turns down to Ducky and stop with a little flourish, like I have seen the instructors do! Ducky is blown away.
“JW, what happened since yesterday?”
(My real name is James Walker Jones, but I usually use JW, since I don't like Jimmy. Ducky is cool about names.)
I say, “It all came together last night. I just did what you have been telling us to do. It was easy, when I did it right.”
Ducky gets the rest of the kids down. Man, are they ever clumsy!
I quickly convince Ducky that I'm for real. I try to promote a little free skiing. It’s a tough sales job, but Ducky finally transfers me to Rik and the advanced 12-year-olds.
I blow away the 12 year olds and Rik lets me free ski. I mean, Rik doesn't really care. You will never catch Ducky letting an eight year old run wild. Then again, Rik is totally socially irresponsible. Oh well, it works for me!
I work past several groups that are getting lessons and I get recognized by the instructors. ‘The Word’ passes from place to place and the lift operators start to recognize me! “Go, Mighty Mite!” they call.
“Call me JW!” I shout back. I work up the mountain. I must establish myself way up the mountain, for my plan to work. A couple of times instructors ski with me, to make sure I belong so far up the mountain. I put a stop to this little game by asking politely, “Are you looking for some lessons?” The instructor ego is a tender thing, easily bruised. They don't need lessons from an eight-year-old kid. (Even if the eight-year-old kid is skiing better than them! Oh yeah! This is livin’!)
I have my lunch ticket and I avoid mom and dad at lunch. I call the Ski School from a courtesy phone and leave a message for Ducky. I say that I got too far over on the mountain and so I will get lunch at The Hut. The parents won’t be pleased. Ducky won’t be pleased. However, I need food, rest and no questions asked of me. Actually, I intend to ask some questions of Fev, myself. I get a table back in a corner and it's just Fev and me.
Fev and I discuss the morning. I have made more progress than even Fev thought. We gonna run Boogie Woogie Gulch this afternoon. Move over P.J., JW movin' in! I already got my nickname figured out. Just JW; no periods, no spaces.
Late in the afternoon, I get to the top of lift 37. The lift attendants have heard of me. They greet me as I unload from the lift. I ski to the left, toward the out of bounds. I pause and motion for the guy in the lift hut to open the window. He opens it. I yell to him, “Let the boogie woogie roll!” The guy looks panicky and yells, “NO, KID, NO!” I ignore him and ski through the rocks on the way over to BWG. It’s not even easy to get to BWG, much less ski it, but Fev gets us through.
We don’t stop but let my momentum (Fev has no mass and thus no momentum) carry me down BWG. You can’t really ski BWG. There are just little patches of snow among big nasty rocks. You have to quickly jump from little patch to little patch, very quickly back and forth. That's why they call it Boogie Woogie Gulch, dummy! Fev is in complete control. I watch as we fly down BWG at totally excellent speed. I’m on one ski and then jump to the other. There's not time enough to actually really jump from one snow patch to another. I ski a little on one ski, then step/jump to the next patch on the other ski. The timing here is a bit critical. (Don’t try this on your own, kids!) Just at the end we get on both skis and launch just at the lip of the chute. We go up just a little and get completely vertical. There’s no wind up the gulch, at this time of day, so Fev doesn’t have to work too hard to keep my body upright and ready.