I love in her brilliant thoughts, love the way of life that adventurous and benefits for other people, love her hobbies that some of them were my dream before, love her sincerity that she jumped to help me when I had a problem and when I needed friends. These things happened beautifully without me meeting her before.
Until recently, Diana sent her pictures to me. Oh she is so beautiful and looks so much alike her daughter, Nina. (Nina's picture is in the Dresden website with a puppy) I'm happy to get to see
Diana has an amazing hobby, riding horses. She sent me a picture of her favorite horse and wrote a short story about the horse.
And skiing is one of her happy hobbies. Look at her at skiing in Colorado.
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AWWW!!! You make my face get red!! I am an average-looking lady, while all your friends are truly beautiful.
This photo was taken at Vail Resort, Colorado. The name of the ski run is "The Lost Boy." Yes, as you can see, one wrong turn and any boy (or girl) would be indeed lost. But it's not as dangerous as it seems, really. Skiing is not dangerous if you do appropriate exercises three months before you ski. Control of your body makes skiing safer. And good muscle tone helps to control your body. My other hobby, horseback riding, complements skiing because you tone the same muscles and work on your balance. My father taught me to ride horses when I was little and learning to walk.
I remember the first time I put a pair of skis on. We were out on the snow, near the teaching area; the instructor arrived and said, "all of you get on that people mover going up the hill."
Then, I dropped my ski on the snow and stepped in, which made a locking, snapping sound that sent a thrill all over my body. Right then, I KNEW I was made for this.
I snapped on the other ski and took my first glide forward, following the others to the people mover. Moving over the snow on my skis was a complete trasncendental experience which further stunned my body into the realization that I had done this before (perhaps in another lifetime). The surprise had me so excited I was breathing hard, my hands tingling. When we got to the top of the hill, the instructors had us form a queue so each student had a turn doing down the hill. I was first. I pushed off with one foot, and was in a dreamstate all the way down, not hearing, only feeling the blur of rare joy. Towards the bottom of the hill, I silently maneuvered around the teachers, gliding effortlessly past them and positioning myself silently beside a teacher. Turning to me, he mentioned, "this group is for those who have never skiied before." I replied, "yes, just like me." Right then, our attention was directed at hilltop, where the next two students decided to go off at the same time, since they were newlyweds. Within one minute, they crashed into each other and slid on their bottoms halfway down. They were helped off the hill. Next, came a succession of minor disasters: a lady lost her balance and finished the hill on her bottom, losing a pole uphill; a man placed his skis too close to each other, built up lots of speed and in his attempt to slow down he accidentally crossed one over; he was okay, but got a bloody nose from finishing the run on his face. The next two other skiiers hung on really close to the boundary side ropes and grabbed them to slow down, then decided to quit, kicked off the skis and walked down the hill. In the class were 22 students. After the class, the teacher mentioned to me that I was the only student that did not lose the sense of balance...why was that?
In a flash, it came to my mind...all those hours on the trails, riding my horses, jumping over fences, riding at horse shows...these had left me with a strong lower body and great knowledge about what my body is able to do. The ski teacher was not surprised that I was a horsewoman.
A select group of us spent the afternoon on the mountain, we skied between fragrant firs, took different roads that others were not taken, and were treated to a fabulous lunch by the instructors at the top of the mountain restaurant. Afterwards, we had coffee or hot chocolate, and the sun was going down, so we started back down the mountain, skiing in some of the most beautiful terrain on earth, traversing the sides of mountains, marveling at the pure pine-scented air and the pink shadows on the mountains. I skied down all the way to the bottom where my daughter and Jen and my mom were waiting for me...my daughter said I looked like a Viking goddess, with wild eyes and wild hair. My mom, who is elderly and had gone shoppping, was a bit frightened. She demanded to know, "what did you see up there?" I replied, "my true self." My mom walked away, clutching her store packages, not understanding, but she stopped in the middle of the road and waited for me. She said,"that mountain is 12,300 feet tall." I said nothing. Then she told me, "I always have known there was some wildness in you." I reassured her, "just wilderness, mom...just wilderness."
Diana
Diana..is beautiful you have such talents.. I ride horses a bit as my husband mom owns farm and small barn. The horses are not show horses but are still amzing animals.
Better you than me on the slopes..hahahah I WOULD KILL MYSELF....
I like to garden so will stick to both feet on the ground
Michelle
I agree! Diana is very beautiful and Michelle as well.
Jasper
Jasper,you forgot to say I am too.hahah
Ha ha ha. Yes, absolutely! You are too. I will kick those who disagree. =)
Love you.
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