In previous blogs it’s been suggested that church coffee hour is a third sacrament for Lutherans. It’s certainly a place of grace. Conversing with an avid skier at coffee hour Sunday, her planned trip to California to ski with her 10 year old grandson came up in conversation. This blogger mentioned having been at USMC Cold Weather site not far from where they’ll ski. She wanted to hear about cold weather infantry training. In the conversation I told her about using snowshoes, with which we were equipped for the training, to ski down steep slopes.
Though she grew up in Michigan with both skis and snowshoes she’d never heard of snowshoes to ski. Recently I saw a clip online of a person skiing on them...should have kept it. When we did it, the snow was powder and the mountain slope very steep. The techniques was to squat on the snowshoes, holding the back of them and ride down. I never managed to stay on the shoes at the bottom of the slope but went tumbling in the snow. Naturally we had full backpacks, rifle, and other equipment. These mountainsides were too steep to walk.
Memory is such a funny thing. Why is that remembered and so much else forgotten?
Takk for alt,
Al
These are the type of snowshoes we used.
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