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Falling as defined by Google: "to move downward, typically rapidly and freely without control, from a higher to a lower level." I'm pretty sure after today, next to the definition, you will find a picture of me skiing a blue slope.
Lindsay and I were on KP duty this morning...and we ended up in charge of making biscuits and gravy for breakfast (a rather terrifying task when you have several southerners in the group). Pioneer woman and Linda saved the day and ...
... but it is stunningly beautiful which makes falling more tolerable. And by tolerable I mean that when you are on your back looking at marshmallow trees you are too distracted to register pain.
4. Riding ski lifts to the top of the mountain is incredibly peaceful. If I didn't have to come back down on skis I could have spent my whole day riding up to see the "marshmallow" trees and listening to the occasional birds that broke the silence.
There's something holy in the moment when you come around a bend in the road and catch your first glimpse of the mountains. They stand there in a rugged, powerful strength; the sun breaking through the clouds to highlight the beauty. Even if it's just the foothills, the anticipation of what is coming fills me with pure joy, excitement, and awe. Driving through Virginia and then West Virginia was the most beautiful drive I've been on since driving up the ...
... sitting outside we had a nice little chat with. And Lee played the silly nut game! Okay that sounds bad... There is a nut (piece of gear) hanging on the antlers of what I am assuming is a dear scull. The game is to pull up grab the nut with your mouth and lift to place it on the other side of the antlers. It is wierd but incredibly difficult. But he did it with ease!
When we got back to the mountain we headed back towards ...
... a river road for us to follow. Turned out beautiful. But, it only lasted 10 or so miles. The rest was pure, steep climbing.
We met farmer/rancher Mark White along a ridge top. We exchanged stories of "bad brothers" after the death of his father this year. It seems that all the hard work of "The Greatest Generation" has been left to a bunch of whining greeds.
The end of the day rewarded us with a wonderful resort known as Canaan State Park.
Fortunate day's ...