So I went skiing on Saturday. Last time I was skiing about nine years ago, but since we were cross-country skiing, it did not lead to unpleasant consequences. Going uphill is very exhausting, but hey, I knew what to expect.
Behold, more Scandinavian melancholy:
The most important thing while skiing around here is that with all the snow, I cannot reliably estimate distances. Which leads to problems like “hey, I have no clue how steep it is. Let’s come nearer and look better!”