For those unschooled in the availability of winter mountain activities, there are actually blind people who ski. They and their guide wear bright vests and glide down the mountain. I've always wondered how scary it would be knowing that your next turn might be your last. Most sighted people struggle to make it down in one piece.
My funny grandson has taken to closing his eyes and just walking forward. He scrinches up his face, closes his eyes and confidently takes off. Yesterday was a particularly peaceful day on the mountain and I've experienced just about everything that a peaceful day offers, so I thought....blind skiing. With Finn and the blind skiers as my inspiration, I pointed the old boards straight down the mountain, closed my eyes, and took off. I gauged my dissent in seconds, figuring how many seconds it would take before collision.
1....2...3..4.5. Then 1....2....3....4..5.6. Then 1....2....3....4....5...6..7. And finally 1....2....3....4....5....6.....7..8.
Absolutely amazing sensation! Glad I lived to tell the tale.
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| Hilary - n - Me, The Uncrowded Lodge, The Right Gear |
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| Snow Depth, Start Time, The Place |
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| Cool Graphics, Raindrops on the Windshield, Moi |
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| My Boards, My Lunch, My Resort |
1 comment:
Love the pictures! Great job capturing your day!
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