Let me preface this with two statements.
1. I have not cross country skied in three years.
2. I learned to ski in Illinois - the Prairie State - flat. The place that Old World explorers would talk about. (The world is flat.)
I went down (and I mean down) a hill that was beyond my skill level. Landed on my left shoulder and gave myself a good thump. I finished the day but then iced/heating pad/laid on the couch for a while. I will recover.
There are hills around here and there are mountains, too, in my opinion. On one route that we drive to town MY EARS POP. That scientifically means mountains! Anyway, I am scouring the county for flat trails plus keeping the snowshoes at hand. I have never fallen with snowshoes. Oh, except one time that I was in the yard and miscalculated where the fire pit was.
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