Technically the resort does not close until next weekend, but I won't be around to participate. And frankly, good luck with that. There are trees and rocks in places I have never known them to be on this mountain. I have serious doubts about there being enough snow for any backcountry tours when I return. But even a crap ski season is still a SKI SEASON.
It's always amazing to me when someone recognizes me and says hello. I totally did not recognize my boss, even after he said hello, until almost a minute later. I was trying to be relatively incognito in my green jacket. I was originally scheduled to do dog work, but I could not find my beacon. The irony of that is sooo not lost on me. And no, my dog could not find it either.
It was beautiful and sunny in town. The extreme wind on the drive to the mountain should have made this scene not really a surprise, but somehow it still was. The amazing part of skiing here? Constant change. One minute it's almost sunny and you are flying down the hill. In the blink of an eye you can not tell where the ground is and all I can think about is not getting injured. I'm tired of injuries.
The rest of my weekend.....was spent attempting to tame the chaos. My legs ached immediately upon exiting the chairlift because I spent 12+ hours the previous day schlepping stuff up to the 2nd and 3rd floors. I'm looking forward to seeing the results, both in my legs and my abode. When did I acquire all this crap?
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