Sometimes you just gotta be a lucky number 7. When I started this run Lasse cheered me on with: "Agressive start, I love it!" At the point of the photo I am about to do the third turn with a heelside to frontside turn (goofy) and as you can see it's a wide one, really carving it up. I continue down in the bowl like a bat out of hell, but when I come to a standstill there are boulders inches under the fresh snow. Heart's beating, blood's pumping, mouth's smiling and brain's thinking "You lucky duck, can I have some more?".
Karl
2 comments:
how come the snow's brown?
pollution... not really, the simple explanation is sepia.
karl
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