The trail had ice too, but it was relatively flat. I can ski on flat. Then there was a little hill, but I can handle a little hill. After all, there are big hills in our regular route. Except that this time the track was icy and fast. Down I went, landing awkwardly on the ski pole and my hand. I noticed right away that there was a significant loss of grip strength ... Three more falls and I was done. The first was the hardest, and I managed to sprain the thumb on my right hand. Not a problem since I am left-handed. I can assure you that the world is right-handed, and being left-handed helps only marginally right now.
While I CAN knit, a little at a time, there just hasn't been much progress. Instead, let me dazzle you with a photo essay:
"No thanks, Mom. I'll pass."
"Well, perhaps a little taste."
"Wait--is that the Olympics?"
"Grandma has a camera,"