Well, these are pretty boring, compared to some of the great shots posted here recently. . . my husband and I haven't skied together in a month or so, and I don't do too well photographing on my own. When I'm with my Dad, well, who needs too many photos of blue groomers? In any case, though, I figured I would mark the end of my season with a couple of pictures. . .
This photo is worthy, because it's my Dad, skiing in China Bowl at Vail. Thirteen years ago, he destroyed his knee (multiple fractures) on Straight Shot in Sun Down Bowl and sort of chickened out on ever skiing again. About five years ago I managed to convince him that skiing was still fun, that his knee was strong again, and that he needed to try these *newfangled, parabolic skis.* Took him awhile to get his cojones strapped on and his form back, but now he is happily cruising the blues whenever he has the time, which is rarely.
As for this one, it's the last day of my season. 40F+ up on the mountain (61F at the base), sun out, Holy Cross Wilderness crisp and clear in the background. . . and baby on board! This one better like skiing, since he/she was exposed (and even instructed) in utero. The older one decided he loves it, and that's just because he saw Mommy's skis all the time!