D. de Fur Man and I dusted off the skis today and cruised our way up to the ridgeline between Alta and Cardiff - Pole Line Pass. The world was our oyster, and the day couldn't have been prettier. The kind of day I think about when I think about skiing.
Rocks though. Why do there have to be rocks? Did ok (for not knowing how to ski) and managed not to hit too many too hard, but I tried to turn right over the top of a few sharp baby-heads and fell on my hand. I'll survive, but this is not the kind of day I think about when I think about skiing.
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