Our family journal during our year of homesteading, homeschooling, and travel.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
The tale of a face plant
You're cruising through foot deep powder. Suddenly, one of your skis is buried in the snow and your foot gets wrenched out of your ski's binding. All of a sudden, you're falling face-first into the powder. A rush of cold hits your face. Then you sit up. Snow is covering your goggles. So, you wipe the white snow covering your face and start groping for your disembodied ski. Finally, your gloved hand fastens around your missing ski.