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.
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So skiing is now called riding, and mountains have become hills. So very different from my 20 years of snowploughing down the easy runs
of Val d'Isere.
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