3...2...1.

M and I went to Woodstock VT for a 3 day weekend and had a great time. We spent most of Saturday on rented cross-country skis.  It was my first time x-c skiing, and for the most part I didn't feel like an idiot. The first 2-3 miles were practice miles on a golf course, which I enjoyed. The next 5ish miles were on Mt. Tom. I should have questioned the wisdom of skiing on something called Mt. Tom. All told, I fell only three times, a respectable number considering the sheer terror that consumed me.

Here's a brief pictorial essay of me skiing down a hill:

I survey my kingdom and assess my options for descent.

Panic mask firmly in place, I begin my descent. Note that I have not yet employed the snowplow braking technique.

I chose a graceful swan dive to finish.

This, kind readers, is why I prefer snowshoeing.