Remember how I accidentally bought myself some skis? Well, now I've used them. As a general principle, I've avoided sliding down steep, icy mountains in below-freezing temperatures. Just seems like good common sense. Through my school years I gladly skpped out on ski club and, as it turns out, likely stunted my early dating life as the ski club bus was apparently a hot bed of adolescent debauchery. Over the past few years I've happily stayed in bed when Chris woke up early on weekends to hit the slopes.
reference, so I was feeling pretty optimistic.
(Vintage ski posters, top one from here & bottom one from here.)