Not really ski related but...

Once upon a time, Basset Hounds could fly as this primeval example demonstrates. They would flap their ears and slowly take wing. Sadly, like turkeys, they grew too heavy and now waddle along at low altitudes. When you hear them baying, it's their anscestral way of crying for the freedom of flight, now denied to their heavy limbed decendants.

It's good to be back home.