I had a lot of fun. First, I went to a Green Circle. After a few runs on it, I decided to do a Blue Square. Unfortunately, I went down a Black Diamond. I wiped out ten yards down. one of my skis fell off and rolled away. I took my other ski off and slid on my butt to get it. After a bit of butt-sliding, I went on another black-diamond course. Then a Ski Patrol guy offered to take my skis to the green course. I agreed.
3 Lift rides/ski slopes later, I went on Green Circle again. At the bottom, I dodged a few people. I dodged one more person. Then . . . It was too late to turn. A three-foot-tall Chunk of Ice and Snow, straight in front of me. I hit it head-on. (see cartoon ABOVE) I flew over, propelled by my momentum. (And my ski poles.) One word:OW! A Ski Patrol guy skied up to me and checked that I was O.K. I was. (Except that my butt felt like h**k.)
