Powder skiing

Tales from the Backyard…  Skiing at Crater Lake was by far the most fun.  In four feet of the light fluff, the skis would be airborne and you had no control other than bending your knees the direction you wanted to go.  We just had a 5’ snowfall so my skiing buddy and I wanted to do a short but really steep slope we had not done before.  It was a hike into and out of but hopefully would be worth it.  We got to the top and cheered as we went off.  Five feet of free powder up to my neck and no ski control and soon I fell over.  Totally immersed in the fluff I had no idea which was up or down or sideways.  I could breathe if I did so slowly.  Untangling my feet was next, done.  Now what?   My thought was if I began do summersaults, it being so steep, eventually I should pop back to the surface.  It worked, but too soon for me to grasp what was happening and over I went again.  The next time I was ready and popped back on the skis and had an excellent finish to the bottom.  My friend said, “Where did you go, I looked around and no-one was there”.  Life is what you make it.