Greg and I went to Villars (in Vaud) for our first skiing experience, which led me to decide that I hadn’t found a vocation as a skier. He loved it so much, however, that we went to Morzine (in the Haute Savoie) a couple of days later, him to ski, me ostensibly to take photos. However, the cold driving rain kept me inside most of the day (although, as you’ll see, I risked my equipment going out on a few occasions), but Greg continued regardless, paying no heed to the wetness of his exterior.
Shuddering halt • Poor Greg suddenly realized that it was I standing at the bottom of the hill taking photos, and lost his nerve. Notice the fact that his left foot is ski-less…
(Yes, yes, people in glass houses, I know…)
(Yes, yes, people in glass houses, I know…)
Shuddering halt • Poor Greg suddenly realized that it was I standing at the bottom of the hill taking photos, and lost his nerve. Notice the fact that his left foot is ski-less…
(Yes, yes, people in glass houses, I know…)
(Yes, yes, people in glass houses, I know…)
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