Through the rise and falling apart, we discover who we are.

So I haven't posted anything for a few days.  I was gone over the weekend, I've been pretty busy at work this week, and I've been watching more than my fill of the Olympics in the evening. 

 

My wife and I went up to New Hampshire to do some skiing over the long weekend at Cannon Mountain.  I guess it's where Olympic downhiller Bode Miller skied growing up.  I was going to post some pictures, but due to having my old camera with me on the hill and the cold temps, the pics weren't the greatest.  We were shaking too much to hold the camera steady!

 

The temps were around 5° with strong winds that made it feel much colder.  It would be cold anyway, but after getting used to Maryland temps in the 40s, it was way too cold.  And, the conditions were very icy.  It was the type of skiing where you take a couple runs, and go back in to warm up.

 

This was the first time I'd skied in three years.  I thought I'd be really rusty, but it wasn't bad.  I only wiped out twice in two days - lost my edge on the ice once, and had some idiot stop right in front of me and I had nowhere to go but down to the ground as I tried to stop on a solid sheet of ice.  I still almost hit her as I slid.  I swear, there must be a rule - when idiots ski together, they have to spread themselves across the hill and do their best to get in your way... Oh well, I guess it's to be expected.