I decided that the only way down the mountain and back to my car before it got dark was to take off my skiis and carry
them and my poles and head down the mountain to the pond and then walk across it. I basically half walked and half slid down
the mountain. The snow was up to my waist. I took this photo of the pond after I fell one time. It was now overcast, getting
dark, and I was getting very cold.
Five minutes after taking the tree photo I was well out on the ice and quickly took this photo of where I was going. Then
I immediately turned around and ...
Six minutes later, I was approaching the shore. Very familiar with the beach, I can tell you that even this close
the water in the summer would be over my head.