Why watch the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics on the teevee, when you can participate in winter sports yourself? (Well, those of us near the snowy mountains have a bitof an advantage!) No, I’m not going to Mt. Tremblant or anything near Quebec–we in Colorado can ski on lovely, fresh powder much more conveniently. Easterners: how do you ski on all of that ice? How is it any fun? I’ve only tried it once, in Vermont in 1994, and it was the antithesis of fun, unless your definition of fun includes adjectives like “terrifying,” “damp,” “cold,” and “miserable.” (Well, I suppose the definition of “fun” for most New Englanders might include one or more of these terms. But, they fetishize discomfort and view it as a sign of moral rectitude.)
Here’s a fun, if slightly creepy, fact about this blog: every day, dozens of people click here because they’re searching “women athletes,” “hot women athletes,” “athletic women,” “olympic women,” or some other similar phrases. And as you regular readers know, this is a blog that only very rarely comments on sports or athletic affairs, if ever. So, enjoy the images of women on vintage ski posters here!
Now, skiing in Italy–that sounds like a great idea, whether you are a fabulous babe, or you want to meet some fabulous babes. Clearly, Sestriere is the place to go. (But, that was the 2006 Winter Olympics.)
Colorado arguably has a lot more sun than France–but still, it’s a thought.
Triumph! And, she’s already almost dressed for the hot tub afterwards. Let’s hope that’s me this weekend at the end of the day, instead of being pulled off the mountain by the Ski Patrol, flat on my back and strapped to a sled.
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