“Maybe it will clear up by the time we finish coffee,” I suggested to Scott. It wasn’t looking good— from the lodge we could barely see the outline of the nearest lift. We’d skied in the fog for an hour and a half, but it had gotten to the point where we were really only … Continue reading A Ski trip without the Skiing!
I stand at the top of the Saddle, looking at the black diamond on the post by the drop off. I take a deep breath. “Ok. Let’s do this.” And over the edge I go. So that makes it sound like I’m a good skier. I used to be. On this trip to Whistler, however, … Continue reading Do You Still Ski?
“Are we halfway up now?” I sat on the rough bench, and Kevin, our guide for the climb up Gros Piton, looked at me pityingly. “A quarter,” he said. To be fair, I had been living on Barbados for a year and a half. The highest hill there is 343 m, and it is in … Continue reading The Pitons of Saint Lucia: Long Hard Climb
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