Windblown
I know you are all probably so sick of me talking about skiing but I can't help it. I love it, and last weekend I went with a super fun group of friends to New Hampshire for a skiing adventure.

(Adam, Jen, Leilani, Camilla, me, Kaylynn, Brenna, Carie, Savannah, Juliet, Eric)

Going down hills was by far the most fun for me this time. We had a lot of first time skiers and it was hilarious to watch everyone try to maneuver down the hills without toppling over. This was a look we saw quite frequently on Juliet's face.

As beginners we participated in a suicide mission . . . go down the black diamond (hardest trail) hill. This thing was unbelievably steep and curved at the bottom. The wedge didn't work very well to stop us because we were on nothing but ice. As you can see not too many of us made it down with out wiping out once . . . twice . . . and maybe even three times.



A few of us decided to have ourselves a little race across the frozen pond. As you can see, some of us got a little too excited and felt the need to get to know the ice a little better. (the second tracks from the left are mine . . . yes, I fell too.)


Savannah had us all laughing as she made the most of her fall.




We had such a good time and played so hard that I don't think a single one of us had a problem sleeping that night. The next day at church was full of sore muscle conversations and laughter over things that happened.