Dinosaur skis as though he’s walking on water.  He used to ski past me backwards, waving gaily as he watched me nervously scrape my snowboard down the tamest of blue-square trails.  After 6 years of my insisting that this, THIS would be the breakthrough season on my snowboard, I finally let Dinosaur strap a pair of skis onto my feet.  After two half-days of skiing, I begrudgingly had to admit that yes, this, THIS is the breakthrough year.  Albeit on skis.