A day off? Are they kidding me? Oooookaaaaaayyyy...what to do, what to do...oh, I know - I'll go skiing!
I am so fortunate to have made so many friends who are very experienced skiiers (former racers, instructors, ski patrollers, fellow race crew members, and ski coaches, from all over Canada and the US (mostly California and Colorado), and one of these new friends also had a day off yesterday - Garth - and we just skied and skied and skied. He gave me just a few tips, and wow! What a difference. Family...look out, Mommy is skiin' at a whole new level!!
The sun shone all day long, and it was pretty hard to tear ourselves away from the soup tent, after we lunched. All these course workers in blue bring the chairs outside and bask in the sun - it's absolutely mind-numbing.
After the slopes, we hit the Weasel House, where I met...Nancy Green!! For those of you in the next generations up or down from me, just Google her, and you'll find out she was a skiing superstar back in the day.
It was such a lovely night that a few of us of us hit a nature trail under the cover of darkness, and took it as a alternate route to the bus stop: twinkling stars , crisp, but not too cold night air, water trickling by in a nearby brook...so romantic...sigh...
And now for something completely different, but definately memorable...the basement ski room is where we all store our equipment overnight. Although I carry a big backpack to and from the hill with me, at least I don't have to carry my skis, boots, and poles. Picture hundreds of boots being worn in the snow all day long, and then all taken off and placed in this space all in about one same hour every afternoon. It's a great bonding space, a great place to meet up with a friend, and a much appreciated storage space, but I swear, if I ever inhale through my nose in that room ever again, I will die from STINK POISONING!
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