…my arms, my legs, my back. Everything aches. My fingers are even struggling to type these words. Much editing is proving useful to making sure this post sounds as though it was written by an astute adult rather than a deformed domestic animal stepping on the keys, which, in case you’re wondering, looks more like this:
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And yet, what a magnificent couple of days spent on the mountain. Clear blue skies, very little wind, and many happy customers. I woke this morning to a beautiful snowy mountain sunrise, as you can see;
Ben Lomond Sunrise
For so early in the season we have amazing snow cover at Ben Lomond at the moment, and were extremely lucky that our first open weekend was over a long weekend. Tomorrow, this hard life (#notreally) continues as I head back up to the mountain for another couple of days at the snow. I apologise for the brevity of this post, and the reasonable lack of content, but as soon as I can move my bones again with a respectable amount of agility for someone my age, I’ll be sure to make up for it. If I don’t, punishment by death will ensue.
~storytelling nomad~
storytelling nomad 