Once upon a time, I was walking up to Horsetooth Rock and it was all icy and snowy. I came to a frozen puddle on the trail, and just as I did, met another hiker coming back down. He stepped on that frozen puddle and BOOM on his butt he went. "Hah", I thought to myself, "The poor doofus can't even walk on ice." So I continued up to Horsetooth Rock, came back down, got to that same puddle and BOOM on my butt I went.
Another time, I walked all the way from the parking lot up to Horsetooth Rock in the ice and snow and never fell once. Felt good about that, and as I was walking across the parking lot on my way to car, BOOM on my butt I went.
Summary: I didn't learn to walk on ice, just got used to falling on my butt.
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