One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
-Sir Walter Scott
Going down the mountain was especially fun. With big clunky snow shoes on, it was inevitable that I got my feet tangled and took a few spills. I wish I could say that I got back up gracefully, but that would be just a big fat lie. I got back up each time with much help and flailing about. The last spill was especially hysterical as I couldn't stop laughing and therefore spent a couple minutes sinking, upside down, deeper and deeper into unpacked snow. I had more fun falling and clumsily making my way back up than I can remember. I felt like a little kid playing in the snow. It was Glorious! It was Epic. It was an amazing way to spend my Christmas morning.
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