With some trepidation, Michelle and I returned to the slopes this week -- almost four weeks after her very nasty fall on Blackcomb's Cougar Chutes (and my "running for the bus" injury)
Turns out we had an excellent week of skiing up at Whistler (including a vigorous day of snowshoeing). We were back on the black diamond runs (but decided to wait 'til our next visit to return to skiing the double blacks -- Cougar Chutes were always there reminding us of our mortality.)
|On top of Blackcomb's "7th Heaven"|
|Michelle skiing from Whistler's peak, down "Whistler Bowl" ... it's great to be back!|
|Snowshoeing up the Cheakamus Lake road|
So, we have healed well (although M. still has no feeling in her chin).
Having fun skiing again!