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Frozen Melon





It turns out that me being away from skiing for like 20 years has hurt only my awesome jumping ability (tricks were so easy back then, now my landings are a mess!). My two new snow buddies: Reagan and Ian are doing so well at picking up the sport(s).

Reagan is on skiis and did her first difficult trail this past Saturday. She is in control and when she listens to me, non-snowplow, she is amazing. A little less so when she plows but she is improving leaps and bounds.

Ian made his first trip onto the big hill on Sat. Previously, he'd stayed on the wide bunny hill and harassed people there. His bomber method took some convincing to change to a side-to-side route, he is getting there. He did get hit by another snow boarder on Sat - a kid that was traveling too fast and hit poor Ian after Ian wiped out. Nothing like hitting the kid while you were down.

Ian got tired 1/2 down so I got to hold him between my skiis and bring him down off the mountain. Turns out slowing two people down using just the snow plow is quite a work out. My legs were shot after that.

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