My sister and I are curlers.
No – not the kind you put in your hair – the kind you find on a sheet of ice.
Look – here’s a couple of curlers now.
That’s my sister, Jenny and Jeff – the only guy on our team.
We just started curling last year and it’s a blast!!!
Sure, you slip and fall once in a while but nobody points and laughs because they’ve been there too.
And besides – every time I laugh I slip and fall too.
Here’s the very nice ice rink in Rapid City where we curl and some of the stones.
Here’s some really good curlers. When I grow up I want to curl just like they do and I want a pink broom too!
A curling we will go… A curling we will go…
There are enough people signed up this year to have 8 teams. Most of us are beginners but there are a few who have been curling for years and they are great about helping us beginners out.
Here’s Jenny as the alternate skip (the strategic master who tells us where she wants the stone) in the house (the target on the ice where we try to put our stones). Wow – it almost sounds like I know what I’m talking about. This shot looks pretty good – there are lots of rocks in play but the ice was really weird that day and no matter where you tried to put the rocks they usually just went off to the left. I’m not just making excuses – everyone on our sheet (patch of ice) was having the same problem. It wasn’t just me.
Here’s what happens when you put your camera in your pocket and it gets all fogged over.
Adds a bit of mystery to the whole thing doesn’t it?
“It was a dark and foggy night at the curling rink…”
What do you think – it could be the beginning of a top-selling murder mystery – ‘Murder on the Rocks’ or maybe ‘Murder’s Just a Stones Throw Away’.
OK, I’ll work on it.
I love curling – it’s too much fun!
RanchDaze 
