Skiing

Sarah and I went skiing today. We went to the leftmost of the three ski hills, Mount Seymour. It's about a half hour drive away; we can just see it from our living room.

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.