Today I went riding with a pair of mates from work, and it ended up being a fairly momentous day - it marked the first time I've ever taken a jump on skis, properly, without getting an arse/face-full of snow. I loved it, I must confess. The venue was Blackcomb mountain's Terrain Garden (a terrain park for beginners), which was right up my street. The next time I'm on the hill I shall be attempting a rail, and will report back (with pictures of stonking great purple bruises, no doubt).
Live the dream.
So skiing is now called riding, and mountains have become hills. So very different from my 20 years of snowploughing down the easy runs
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