"The bowl is not harder."The bowl is not harder. The bowl is just cluttered because it's not a real trail, so... Sure, you could hit a rock or a tree or something, but nowhere in the bowl is there a seventy degree drop to fall off of." "I want to do it. And I'm going to." She pulled her right ski around and poled off in a huff, heading down the connecting trails for the SDisk back to the top. I followed after her and was relieved when I saw that she had waited for me. I've been told that I'm too damned indulgent, that I let my kids get away with too much. But if she really wanted to do the Ruins, she was going to, with or without me, and it was better if she did them with me. As we crossed onto the LASDisk I said "T-three." We teleported to the top of peak three, which from the base lodge would have been the leftmost mountain. The tallest of the three, it was the only one with two different sets of trails, one of which required that you ski completely around the back of the peak and then down into the trails for peak two. The other set, known as The Blacks, led down to a single SDisk. All of the Blacks were considered dangerous, the most treacherous slopes on the entire mountain range. And dead center of The Blacks lay The Ruins of Terra. "What are we doing here?" Sara asked, shivering. Peak three's arrival SDisk was just above the tree-line, and the cold air cresting over the summit was finally digging under her fur. It's a pretty mountain against the magnificent blue sky, especially with the wind pulling the snow over the top in a constant wall of powered white. |