Well, it finally happened. I waited 30 years and it finally happened. I went snow skiing for the first time. The good news is that I am alive and that I can say I have skied in the French Alps. The bad news is that I tried to learn to ski in the French Alps. After 3 times down the beginner slope (which I was sharing with kids Hannah's age and younger), one of my buddies convinced me I was ready for the regular slope. Well, the picture above (although not actually of me) tells the story of how that went. Apart from "manger beaucoup de neige" (eating lots of snow) and being really sore the next day, it was lots of fun. Once again I came away amazed at God's creation. Words can't describe the beauty I saw, that is, when my face was not planted in the snow.
