Good evening, spel...do you ski?
The very thought of barreling downhill with the possibility of crashing into something leaves my skis sitting there just like the picture.
I water-skied and was pretty good at it but snow - only on a little sled.
I remember visiting the friend of one of my sisters in New London, Connecticut in February, 1963.
There was a small hill outside of his house. It had snowed but the snow on the hill had already turned to ice. He put me on a one-person sled and let me ‘glide’ down that little hill. When I got to the sidewalk the sled immediately stopped and threw me out into the middle of the street! That was awesome! ;-)