The second day we were there turned out to be the day the Olympic torch was to be handed off from one runner to another. Most people went to the bleechers to watch the stage, but I (in my sandles) wasn't in the mood to troop through the snow too far. However, it turned out that I was standing right in the path of where the torch-bearer would run. Thankfully my urge to take a picture overcame my urge to trip him... :)