Skiing

Paul and I went skiing Sunday after discovering there was new snow and sunshine predicted. We got there early and were the fist skiers on several runs. It was a great day. I fell many times, but had a great time, and I'm ignoring the bruises. The worst fall was on a double black diamond run, where I slid about 60 feet down on my head. The second picture below is of that run, taken just moments before my fall. First here's a photo of me Paul took. Both with my cell phone.