Controlled Falling

Half a dozen laps split between Ripsaw and Spider first thing in the morning means shaky legs on the way home. Getting better at mastering the controlled fall through the moguls. You don't ski these things, you fall through them while trying to avoid the ground.



Moguls gave way to the aspens, much nicer tree skiing than that of Summit County. No low hanging branches on the pines to deter your line, just the branchless aspens steering you down the mountain.



With legs like linguine, I needed a stop for some caffeine before the drive home. The only disappointment was the 3-0 loss in broomball.