Okay, it appears to be in the cards that we’re doomed to have bluebird ski weather. I may be forced to embark upon a February Ski Death March, absolutely forced to try to ski three times a week for the next few weeks. It’s my doom. I swear, I’m doomed.
DOOMED, I tell ‘ya. Life is so freakin’ hard on a day like this….NOT!
So. Yeah. It was 28 degrees F and absolutely much, much better than Friday, if that could be at all possible. The snow was firm, crisp and fast. DH and I did a quick run down Kruser, then down Jojami and Uncle Jon’s Band. Fast runs for us…we’d finished the third run by 9:25 (keep in mind the lift takes ten minutes from bottom to top). Even with starting ten minutes before 9 am, it was still pretty decent.
The trees were nice but I had my eye on the Mile, so we went up. DH suggested we ski down Kruser from the top of the Mile, so we did. Twice. Two two-mile long runs. And a whole new perspective on the slope.
And I finally got a pic of me in my Netwalk jacket. It has a story, of course. I bought this jacket at the ski show this fall, but I was looking at the color and not the design. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I looked at the design and realized…it was kind of a pixel design. I hadn’t noticed it before. Nice pic, but dang am I starting to show my age. Sigh.
Well, I guess I am older than Madonna. But still…..