Splendid!

I think it was the greatest crash I have ever experienced on snow. On Monday I went skiing with my grandfather to Snowbasin. It was my third time this year (his 34th, and counting) and my third run of the day we go down a black diamond and a run I never have skied before.

Everything was splended as I crused down the mountain imagining myself as a Giant Slolam (sp?) skier. Everything was good until I got about half way down and we stopped to wait for the rest of our group. Thinking I would be okay, I didn't stop before the knoll. Well, over that knoll was crud to the left and groomed to the right.

Of course, I go caught in the crud and proceeded to tumble down the mountain. As I went over the knoll I screamed and the first thought that came into my head was I hope I don't get seriously hurt. I don't ever remember crashing at that high of speed and it was a little freaky.

All I remember is going into a tuck and roll and then trying to stop myself from rolling too far. By the time I stopped I think I made it about 70 feet. I was sprawled out for a minute and then all I could do was laugh. I suffered a bloody nose and now, a sore back.

We skied until about 2 p.m. and then went home. I was dead...

While I was on my way up the lift to the faitful run, M called. He wanted to know if I wanted to go swimming with him. I told him I was half-way-up John Paul... Then I realized that probably was not the best compilation of words I could have used... We both started to laugh and then I had to explain and put the sentance into context.

We scheduled to go swimming Tuesday morning. I am happy because I think I now having a swimming buddy. YEAH! When we worked out, I totally kicked his butt! HA! It was wonderful. I love the water and sometimes I wonder why I wasn't borne a fish.