Gravity and is cruel and unpredictable mistress

The second time I went skiing to Sunshine, I took my camelback along so I could have some water without going to get my water bottle out of a locker. It worked pretty good, despite having no insulation on the tube, as long as I remembered to blow the water back into the reservoir. I decided that I was feeling confident enough that I could take my camera along and not seriously hurt myself or the camera, since I don't fall down as often or as hard anymore (pictures in the gallery).

So tempting gravity, as I was, I of course caught an edge and fell hard on my back. I didn't notice at the time, but the zipper on the water reservoir had popped open. I rode to the bottom of the run and leaned down to unstrap my bindings, and water poured out over my neck. Fortunately it didn't come inside my jacket, but I did get enough on my boots and pants that there were a few damp spots. The camera was also damp, but not soaked. The camera case seemed to have soaked up all the water, and the camera still works, fortunately.

When I was in Cuba last year, I tried out SCUBA diving at the resort, and then went on a trip to the Bay of Pigs. For Christmas this year my brother in law, who I dived with in Cuba, got a bunch of gift certificates to Adventures in SCUBA. We finally signed up for the PADI open water diver course, which started on last Monday. It is going pretty well, although the class is almost twice as large as normal. We got some pool time, where I found that I really need to work on my buoyancy control. Damn gravity. Four more weeks to go, then we'll have to find a time and place for the open water dives. Maybe when it warms up a bit.

The title is this post is courtesy of Jeremy Clarkson, in Top Gear's Winter Olympics special. It made me laugh.