Sarah's never skied before, and it's been about ten years for me. We struggled with our bindings for a while, then struggled to get up after falling, but once those two skills were mastered, I was chasing Sarah downhill like a henchman after James Bond.



Sarah took a few of me, too. This was her favourite.

As the afternoon wore on we grew tired. For something where you slide downhill, and get towed uphill, it somehow takes a lot out of you. I collapsed when we got home.

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