Skiing

Stretching.

We were both somehow amused by the gas cap in this ad.

K-Mart.

This is the lower part of the slope at Bears Town Resort.

This was Jung's first time skiing so she spent a lot of time on the ground at first.

In the line for the beginner slope, there's about a two meter incline that gave everybody trouble.

I later saw this kid get attacked by one of the bears that roam the mountain.

Look out for the bear, kid!

It was warm so I pulled off her toque.

I didn't know what these people were doing. It seemed like they were drying their boards off using compressed air, but what would that do?

Can you find her?

The beginner's lift is a small two-person chair that loads fairly fast. I don't think we ever spent more than 15 minutes in a line.

It passes over a parking lot, the most terrifying part.

This is the amount of garbage under the chairlift at certain parts.

I thought I saw these people lighting something up, but it may have been my imagination.

Where is she?

Here's an easier one.

We saw this girl a few times. I doubt she's really Canadian.

Count the cell phones. They seem to have now replaced mirrors.

This woman was laughing at her son.

Animaniacs.

It would be funnier if they were dudes.

The rules.

Snowboarding lessons.

This is how Koreans teach their girlfriends to ski. The guy skis down backwards in front, holding his girlfriend.

Remember this kid? His mom was laughing at him earlier. He was the fastest skier on the hill.

I teach skiing rough and hard.

This girl also had some trouble in the lineup.

We saw three or four injuries that day brought down on the stretcher. Usually their faces would be totally covered inside a body bag. I don't know why they would use the body bag.

This guy had crazy teeth.

Here's our teacher again.

Well she's skiing.

Now she's not.

He sort of reminds me of King Kong.

This is looking up at an injury we saw. A girl was hit really hard by another skier. It was probably the worst injury I've ever seen. They took her down in a body bag, zipped up over her face. Jung says she later saw blood on the hill.

They're not skiing.

The tag-watcher.

A minor collision.

Not a collision.

More skiing lessons.

In the ski lock-up.

Jung decided to eat some duk-bok-ki for lunch. I got "American style" hamburgers, and learnt never to trust the phrase "American style" when applied to hamburgers.

After lunch, I took the high-speed quad up to the very top to do a run on my own.

I got a pretty good view of the area.

I skied to the far edge of the hill and found some more courses.

Another bear.

I took Jung down the steepest hill. She rode without her skis.

The sun is setting. The hill closed at 4:30.

On our way down.

We missed our shuttle bus so we had to walk to catch a regular bus. Surprisingly it was slightly more comfortable than the shuttle bus, although it didn't go to the right stop.

This name is funny in Korean because of its resemblance to an old Korean swear. Don't ask me.

There's more to come later.