I tend to like the upper end of the speed scale, and my son, now 16, use to have difficulty keeping up, so I'd stop and wait for him. At the beginning of the season a couple of years ago, I stopped and looked up the slope for him but he was nowhere to be found. Hmmm...where could he be? Maybe he went the wrong way. I looked around and there he was, standing behind me with a big grin on his face, which quickly turn to laughter. Skiing has gotten a whole lot more fun since then.
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3/3/07 at 2:18pm