I apologise in advance for this photo. I have no excuse for the inclusion of this picture here, which has absolutely nothing to do with sewing, knitting, nor, I fear, even looking one's best, as I surely look less than gainly or graceful when zooming down the slopes. Well, I am still a bit proud of this one, since here is the proof. That I can actually get myself from the top of a snowy slope to the bottom in a reasonably respectable manner. Upright, at a respectable speed, and without breaking any extremities. I reckon not too shabby for a committed beachcomber.
Actually, there is an unseen relevance here. Hand-knitted socks do figure somewhere in this ensemble.
These are the slopes of Mount Bachelor, near Bend in central Oregon, USA.