I probably shouldn’t have skied the third day in a row. My legs were tired after putting on
my boots!
Anyway, caught an edge,
yard sale with
bonus face plant!
I broke my glasses. I crawled around blind (20/600 vision) and found another piece but turns out I’m still missing pieces. Kind people brought me my skis (one above, one below), told me I was bleeding, signaled to my BF, and called patrol. I was going to try to ski down following dear BF, but since we had to complete that trail, take another lift, and ski another trail to get back to the lodge where we were parked, I decided to take the sled ride.
(The blood was a tiny cut where the nose piece of my glasses broke.). Navigating the shuttle busses, base lodges, and ladies room while visually impaired was challenging.
I ache all over and my head hurts a
little bit,
not much at all. Oh, and those were my old glasses. So all’s well that ends well.
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The photo is the handsome young patrol fellow at the end of the ride.