Ski trip

On Sunday, Paul, Tim, and I went skiing at Liberty. I was worried that morning because it was snowing, and the road was already covered, but the major roads were fine and we got there a little before noon. Rather than renting skis, I borrowed Tims dads skis, which just barely fit. They were big enough to get on, but they were a little narrow at the balls of my feet. Uncomfortable, but not bad enough for me to want to pay to rent skis. I hadn't been skiing in about 6 or 7 years, and I've only been skiing twice before, so I wasn't a "competent" skier. Still, I managed to go down every slope that wasn't a black dimond or, god forbid, double-black dimond, and wasn't constantly falling down. Tim is a much better skier than I, but I was doing a little better than Paul, so that's good. I watched Tim go down a black dimond which was covered with moguls, and he made it look almost easy enough for me to try. I didn't. Chock that up to cowardace or knowing my limits, your pick. All in all, I fell down a lot, but I didn't hit anybody.

We're going to try to go on another trip sometime in February or March, so if you want to come along let us know so we can try to go when it's convinient. I may try snowboarding, or I may just stick to skiing and hone my skils, because girls only want to date guys who have great skills.