Nick, One Who Skis

I was up on Massanutten Mountain practicing skiing with Nick (former step-brother). We were doing a kind of cross country skiing along this narrow path/ledge on the side of the mountain, and there was a steep drop off to our right that went down about 20 or 30 feet, and then the land was flat from there. The main part of the mountain was on our left.

As we were coming around the mountain, Nick slipped and went straight off the edge of the path and down the drop off. As he hit the ground below, which looked like solid snow, he broke through the surface and it turned out there was water below him. He was thrashing around and
trying to get out, but his skis got stuck on the muddy bottom of the pond or lake that he was in.

He was finally able to get out, and he was all soaking wet. Even though I knew he was really pissed about the whole thing, I couldn't help but to laugh. We left and went to the ski lodge and went inside to dry off and warm up a bit.

After a little bit we went back outside, and things had warmed up considerably. It was more like spring time out, and the snow had mostly melted away in places, showing patches of green grass and flowers.

We walked back up the ledge where Nick had fallen off and looked down. We could see his skis down there sticking up out of the mud where the pond/lake had been, almost forming a V shape.