Whew! Well we’re back to normal after yesterday’s cauliflower party. Changing our theme back to normal was like changing into comfortable clothes after wearing an ill-fitting clown suit for 24 hours.
So here’s a quick post, to welcome Spring (finally) and say goodbye to Winter until next year. I figured I’d post a few pics after commenting about where BonyMike was when he took the pics for his hat wearing post. The idea was “Where’s Mike?”, which I was going to turn into a contest and make everyone guess where I went skiing. Then I decided to scrap the contest and just post the pics, leaving it at that.
This is from a couple of weeks ago. The last BIG snowstorm that dumped almost 3 feet of snow on the ski hills. I had a few days off, so why not go to Vermont and throw myself down a mountain?
My decision to come here was based on memories that I had of this view. I was here as a kid and remembered the tall fence separating us skiers from the abyss. The fence has seen better days, and it’s not as tall as I remembered. The view hasn’t changed.
I hadn’t skied in so long, so I dug out my ancient straight edge skis instead of renting new ones. On my last run of the day, a couple of guys commented on my “old school” skis. I mentioned how they sill worked and that the mountain hasn’t changed much. We laughed and then they lamented the fact that they spent $800 on skis this year and only made it out twice.
I forgot how much I missed skiing and the conditions were incredible. As you can tell from my expression, I’m having more fun than anyone should ever be allowed to have. Ever. I mean it. I’m experiencing extreme elation. Or maybe it was extreme exhaustion, combined with sub zero temperatures at the summit. Or maybe I just suck at self portraits.