Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I only fell down twice and did not break any limbs. This is a successful ski trip in my book. It was raining down at the bottom of the hill, but when we took the lift way, way to the tippy top, into the spooky mist, it was sort of snowing. The scene was all the more ghostly because barely anyone came skiing this weekend. It hasn't snowed in weeks and so the skiing was mushy like creamed sugar. My favorite part was watching my daring six-foot novice companion point her skis straight down the hill and go hurtling full bore down the mountain. Without brakes, until smashing into into the snow and then getting up and doing it again. Amazing.