rollin rollin rollin

My ski-dance roommate, M.He, has a thing for rolling down hills of snow. So the day after I went for an epic ski and turned my two of my toenails black, I decided that all the snow adventure I needed was a little of this snow-rolling I kept hearing about. M.He and I skied to the end of the parking lot (about 100 feet, so we could say we'd had our skis on that day), then climbed up the hill o' snow left by the snowplow and rolled down it a bunch of times. Here's M.He:

Fun fact: if you roll down a hill of snow without tucking your shirt in, you get a lot of snow up your back. (I corrected this after my first roll.)