I went skiing in early January. It was only the second time this season on a very easy mountain. The snow was great and smooth.
At some point, I took the lead and I stopped in the middle of the mountain to wait for two other friends. One of them came rushing right at me.
I was wondering if I should run away to avoid getting hit or if I should just trust him to do the right thing. Trusting paid off with a big fat shower of snow.
That was the first time. It was so awesome. The quantity of snow and the point of view I had were so great that we had to do it again. This time, there was a camera.
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