"Maiden Voyage in the Snow"

"An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, 

may remind us that those points of Earth are whitest 

which are nearest to Heaven." ~Edwin Hubbel Chapin

A good hunk of my life has been spent at the foot of snowy mountains. 

I have hiked them, camped in them, photographed them, 

but never once skied on them.

Until yesterday.

Friend Rob drove me up to Sundance 

and taught me how to "pizza", "french fry", and cut down the slopes.

According to him, I took to it quickly. 

Apparently, you're supposed to fall more than I did.

My posture stayed way wonky 

{I gave a whole new definition to "bandy legs"} 

but I was able to shoot down the mountain fairly well.

Of course, there were times when I lost my footing. 

After a few goes, Rob thought I was ready for a Blue Run.

...And that's when I somersaulted over myself 

and skidded head-first down the icy mountain for fifteen feet, 

scraping up my back.

But you always have to get back up,
no matter how scary the tumble.
As the Japanese say,
"Fall seven times, rise eight."

{♪ "Memories" © Two Steps From Hell}