Dogski and Linski invited their 11 year old grand daughter to ski with them for a weekend at Jay. Typical February Jay colder than the hearts of jilted lovers and windier than Cape Storm.
Allison one of our grand daughters hadn't skied for two years but was certainly up for the game getting better every run of the morning. In the early afternoon after lunch we decided to go up the Jet to ski the Derek.
As I tipped over the top I heard Linski yell to Allison "follow Grand Dad". As I had already launched I really didn't think much about it and careened down towards the lowest cross over to the lower UN at pretty much full warp.
You know the feeling you have when you think someone is watching or following you? I had it all the way down the hill as hairs rose on the back of my neck and mental warning lights flashed.
At top of the last pitch to the crossover i couldn't stand it any more and I looked behind me ... my instinct were right. I was being followed. Allison was not three meters behind me with a smile as wide as barn door and completely in control ... run of the year................Dogski