Good day on the hill

I had a real good day skiing today, for various reasons. First of all, it was bluebird. Gotta love sunshine. Second, there was good company. My friend Josh headed up for the day, and we spent most of the time trying to spray each other with snow from the tails of out twin-tipped skis.

But the real reason today was so good was because A: I finally sacked up and hit a few kickers in the park. Ever since my tib-fib fracture last year, I've been trying to keep the skis on the ground. But with some nice soft snow, I figured today was as good as any to try hucking my meat again. That first jump was the hardest, wondering if I would have the speed to clear the knuckle, wondering if I would crash, wondering if the park rats would laugh at my lack of steeze. But I pointed 'em, popped, and landed on the transistion. After that I was hooked, and tried to go bigger all day.

Reason B is the phone call I got after making my first halfpipe attempt of the season. It turns out that the mole I had removed from my back was NOT a melanoma. Given all of the bad news I have had recently in this regard, it was nice to finally get some good news on the medical front.