SBR limbers up with the Vermonter in the background
Everybody was skiing well. After a year's hiatus from skiing, Blue Toes ripped it up on the Derrick and Haynes. DC cruised the ice of Hell's Crossing and Claire had her "run of the day" going face-first, tummy-down on the JFK. SBR's knee held up, despite hearing a wierd clunk while telemarking on Saturday. One highlight was hearing a poor tourist yelling, "get me off this f&#%$#g hill" halfway down a very icy Angel's Wiggle on Saturday afternoon.
Can we go skiing now?
I think the highlight of the ski session was on Sunday afternoon. After the more sensible members of the posse retired to the Clubhouse for drinks and baths, JJ, Pudd and SBR toughed it out on the lifts. We gave JJ the choice of runs, since it was his birthday after all. The resulting "tour of the mountain" was both surprising and inspiring. We started with UN, a run we rarely ski since the advent of short skis. This day the infamous moguls were firm, snowy and quite skiable. Surprise! After using Pudd's secret traverse and a turn-for-turn GS on Moonwalk, we headed up the Freezer. With my face buried in my hands to avoid frostbite, I wondered why we pay money to go up lifts like this. A pretty much blind descent of Alligator Alley led us to North Glade, always a run to be counted on for good snow at the end of the day. Pudd launched a cliff that he didn't know was there and stuck the landing. I thought he planned it. Another frozen trip up the Freezer took us to Expo Glade and Perry Merrill, back to the Bonnie. And what does the birthday boy pick for last run? Powerline, top to bottom. As JJ skipped over the off-camber bumps in fluid style, I turned to Pudd and said, "not bad for an old guy." Inspiring!
Hey, 60 isn't so bad...
A lovely Valentine birthday breakfast spread
Pudd got an early birthday present. Go Habs!
Yes, he went skiing after the champagne and OJ
OK, Eggs Benedict is better than oatmeal. Thanks, Mike!
JJ emerges from the gloom of Timbuktu