Lunch doesn't last long. The chill of the wind is enough to send shivers up anybody's spine, so the group treks on. One looks like a woman in a robe, another an owl, perched on a tree. Robinson stops and extends a hand of nuts. Gray jays, which she calls camp robbers, swoop down to take her food.
Some skiers glide effortlessly, others fall.
It's a leisurely pace, but still a good workout. It's no fun to catch an edge and do a body plant. Cross-country skiing is more relaxed, it's great exercise, and good to be in the snow with friends. When you downhill ski, you fly passed things and miss all the beauty. It's almost a spiritual thing, and I think life just doesn't get better than this.