First (real) day on skis

After finally making a successful reservation at Park City Mountain, I went skiing for an hour or so on Tuesday. 

I only skied three runs, the snow was okay, the crowd pretty thin and social distancing with three others fellow passengers, on a six-person chair, went perfectly well. I made one turn for each one of the guys dear to me that passed away this summer: 

Gaston, my big brother, Jean-Pierre the friend who was like a sibling to me and my dear buddy François from Neuchâtel. 

The turns weren’t the greatest, but they were as round as I could make them. Hopefully, there will be more good skiing soon…