on the mountain

{In the photos above: (1) the obligatory long-arm ski lift shot (2) Shawn just headed down from the top where the views and cold winds are breathtaking (3) shot taken from the lift of the snow making fan guns that cover the slopes with man-made snow when there isn't enough of the real stuff (We had enough but it was icy. We've only skied this side of the country a couple of times and have decided that New England snow is very different from Rocky Mountain snow -think cement vs. cotton candy) (4) and that last one is my man -not afraid to stop for directions!}
Unfortunately, skiing and photography don't work together well for me. I'm certainly not confident enough to combine a large, heavy, fragile camera with high speeds, hills and snow. So on the mountain I had to make do with my little pocket cam and its grainy, poorly exposed pictures. In the three days that we skied, I fell twice (and not due to any great skills of mine but that icy snow -anyone would be extra careful!) Once I fell as I was trying to spray Shawn by stopping fast next to him but instead I plowed right into him and took us both down. A witness nearby hollered, "I hope you two know each other!" Shawn answered him, "We do now!" The other fall came out of no where. One second I was flying down a trail and the next I was tumbling and rolling and flinging equipment all over the mountain. They call that a yard sale and a camera would not have survived it. I'm surprised I did, actually.
One good thing about the pocket camera is that it takes video clips so Shawn and I tried to have fun with that. Turns out, when you video yourself skiing it comes out looking like you are moving really slow. Or maybe we are just slow. Anyway, here's one of those clips...