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Sunday night we drove up to Mt. Buller, a popular ski resort in this part of Australia.  They tell me that this is nothing like skiing in Colorado, but I had never skied, so I wouldn’t know the difference anyway.

Yesterday morning, we got up and went to the ski shop to rent some gear.  (Yes, they even have sizes to fit me.)  We grabbed some breakfast, and then Shane and I headed up the mountain for our lesson on how to not kill yourself on a snowboard.

Shane made it down the mountain (barely) once before trading his snowboard in for some skis.  I almost made the switch, but I was getting the hang of the snowboard a little bit, so I kept it.

After the lesson, I was exhausted, but we rode the lift up the mountain to meet Matt and Lisa.  On the way down, I fell over a few times, once really hard.  I got up slow, but I got up.  We made it the rest of the way down and grabbed some lunch.

After lunch, we went back up the mountain.  I was actually doing really well, except for when some stupid amateur skier got in my way.  I pushed myself a little too hard, and the last run down the mountain was sloppy, painful, and very slow.

We all met back here at the apartment and got a shower before going out for dinner.  I could barely move.  We ate and came back to watch a little TV before crashing into bed.

This morning, we’re still sore.  Shane and I are barely awake, but Matt and Lisa have been up for some time.  They’re at breakfast now, and we’re attempting to move around the apartment.

We’re going back out on the slopes in a little while.  I’ll probably not overextend myself like I did yesterday.  It’s time to go get dressed for the day.  I’ll post some pictures of this place later.