Saturday, at Mount St. Louis Moonstone, it was me against the hill. And the hill won.
I did a total face-plant after getting a little cocky and trying to race my mom.
Caught an edge and WHAM! It was all a blur. Suddenly I was lying on the snow with my goggles around my neck and my ski halfway up the hill.
The shock took a moment to wear off. And then the pain set in. Oh, my knee, my elbow, my head! I gingerly reassembled myself and by the time I was finished, I was laughing at my spectacular wipe out.
I skied the rest of the day (with more care and importance placed on technique rather than speed) quite happily.
Then I went straight to SportMart to buy a helmet.
