After my last surgery on my back I had acceptted the reality I might never ski again. I am so gratiful I can and I enjoyed two beautful days swooshing down the slopes. However, on the second day I hit a depression in flat light on a run and my right ski popped off. I went down pretty hard and have had to manage a very tender back since. I will heal. I will just enjoy the incredible beauty around me and maybe a good book today.