I fell about two minutes into my downward trek, and landed rather ungracefully with one ski stuck in the snow, the other popping off and sliding several yards. I only maintained grip on one pole; the other had disappeared. Several people zipped by before I could even realize what had happened, yelling at me to get up and get out of the way. Lucky for me, a small cherub not more than the age of six years whooshed up next to me. "Here's your pole. That was a big fall. Are you ok?" I blinked a few times. "Yes, I believe so. Thank you." The cherub nodded and smiled and continued to whoosh down the mountain. I'm glad I didn't break my leg.

Green means Green. It does not mean easy.