Status: Complete
I survived Aspen. According to the Hombre, we did a double black diamond without my being aware/freaking out/dying. I think it was actually a bunch of trees/"glades" off the edge of a lovely blue run, but I'm going to run with the double black. I think this was it:
Now that I look at it, there are quite a few trees there. Allow me to quote a couple of entries from the "Skiers' Dictionary":
Traverse - one method of effectively reducing speed while skiing.
Tree - the other method.
Quite a few opportunities for dramatic wipeouts. If I'd been going faster than a lawnmower.
And we're off again this weekend. Jay Peak, Vermont. The Hombre is being babysat by a female daredevil, while I will ski with her husband, who has a conveniently broken foot, so I think we should have a similar speed and risk appetite.
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