Anyway none of the runs were very high, although they had a few runs labeled "Black Diamond" and since I was so rusty, I did not try any of those. Maybe next time.
I didn't fall until the last ride up the lift of the day. I fell going uphill on a cross-country part (there were a lot of areas where there was no way to generate enough speed to get up on hill or past a flat part, I think this is probably typical of ridge ski areas) onto my right side. Caught my ski pole under me and couldn't get up. I felt like a turtle on its back. After I had finally gotten the pole out from under me, a nice man and his son came by and the man gave me a hand up.
We skied for about 3 and a half hours all told, short lift lines meant lots of runs so after a few more pictures I am going to go soak in the tub.
It is also the place where I fell. You had to go up hill to get to this point so one of the times I just stopped where I ran out of momentum and took this picture. When I fell I was using my poles to try to keep going and I crossed my skis when I had almost no speed and *plop* over on my side I went!
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