"I didn't think you wanted me to watch," she said sweetly. "I didn't," I replied. And I'm glad she didn't watch. I would have felt worse than I already did. It's funny how a person can read another in that way-- she knew that I didn't want her to see me fall-- so she turned away, but didn't leave me. That's dope. That's true friendship.
I brushed the snow off my body, and we skied on. There were a couple times when we could have taken a shortcut back to the car, but I said I planned on earning the wine we left at the house as a post-ski refreshment. This might have been a mistake. We came up to another hill-- this one with a sharp curve to the right and a drop off to the left. I kid you not, we stood atop the hill for 10 minutes discussing what to do next. I was given the following options-- 1. Turn around and ski back the other way. 2. Take off our skis and walk down. 3. Go for it.